I hate to sound like a broken record, but it's time. Sr. Barrios needs to sign his name on the little piece of paper and make it official that we're out. I am ready for it--I don't want to spend another day wondering when PGN will finally decide that my son will be safe with us and that he was not stolen from his birth mother so we could harvest his organs (no joke).
I have imagined how I will react when we get THE CALL, but at this point, I think I will just sit and breathe (because those are two actions I have neglected to do these past weeks). It hurts to inhale, and if I don't move, my mind mulls in the mayhem of the wait.
Silence. Stillness. Oxygen.
Oh, how I long for your return!
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Sabrina~
I long for the day I am able to rejoice in your good news with you. Please know you are in my thoughts and I'm praying without ceasing until you hear those precious words.
God Bless~
Julie, Praying Gavin Home
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