Tangled

Owen and I were watching "Tangled" the other night. I explained to him that the king and queen were missing their little girl and he said, "Just like you miss Emme." I have never told him how much I miss his little sister. I only speak positively about the whole adoption, even though there are many times when I could just cry. But, he knows something. He understands that there is more going on in my heart. He must see it in my face and hear it when I talk about her. I should have asked him how he knew that...I suppose I still can. It is interesting, though how much a boy of six understands.
We wait. We do not know anything. Every time I check my email, I hope to see something from Holt. Some words that tell me when I will meet my daughter. I have been waiting for these words for over six months now. It's funny really. I first laid eyes on my daughter on March 15th of this year. This time has gone so quickly, yet so slowly. My boys are growing and learning and flourishing...as is my Emme, but I don't get to see her. I haven't gotten a picture for over two months, but should get one this week because I sent over a care package. I know she is getting more and more beautiful as time passes.
Some of the wonderful ladies that I have met have given up on traveling this year. I can't. I tried and failed. I still have this glimmer of hope, although dim, in my soul. I will continue to hope for travel this year until Holt tells me that it isn't going to happen. I have pictured Emmeline in our Christmas photos and have seen her with my boys on Christmas morning. It is so hard for me to consider that it may not happen. Her room is done, her clothes are hung, her bed is ready. My family is ready. Please God, be ready. Send her home.