10,080 Minutes

10,080.....that's how many minutes are in a week....that equals 168 hours or 7 days....it's all time and I guess in the grand scheme of things it is all in how you look at it.  For me, even though 10,080 minutes is the same thing as 168 hours and 7 days it still seems like this next week has already started to DRAG BY.  Why?  Well, in a roughly 10, 080 minutes we will know if we have been picked for this little one we submitted our home study for.  The "selection committee" meets on December 8th.  We don't know what time or for how long or even what happens during that meeting.  We don't go to that meeting (and I am not sure I would really want to anyways - that seems awkward) so we have no informaiton - we just get to wait and count down the days, hours, minutes....all 10,080 of them - until we find out the decision of basically complete strangers and the effect it will have on the future of our family. 'Tis the life of a foster parent or adoptive parent or both or really in many cases any parent for that matter.   It is all about waiting and what you do with the time in between I guess.

So for now, the hands on the clock keep ticking (though I am sure there are about 200 extra seconds added on for each real second...) and we keep doing what we do.  Patrick will continue to be the solid rock he always is: "If it is meant to be and a part of God's plan for us, it will happen.".  Gabe and Alex will continue to be the most amazing boys this selfish and undeserving mother has ever met.  And I will continue to be completely and utterly insane with impatience and unable to control my impusles to re-read the information we have about this little one, re-review our "pick us" book for any possible flaws that could even remotely cause these strangers to think we will not be fit for this little one, clean my house sporadically while being completely overwhelmed and distracted by all the projects I still have to get done for Christmas and pray constantly. 

My AWESOME family!  P.S. - Yes, Patrick's wildly inappropriate shirt says EXACTLY what you think it does...he's cool!

But, you aren't surprised by that too much right?  It is after all the dynamic that has been the Pringle Jr's from the very beginning.  As I said recently to my mother - in - law (who is AWESOME by the way!) - Patrick is the ynig to my yang or vice versa.  Not sure which one is the crazy one and which one is the solid, practical, calm one, but you get the idea.  Gabe and Alex are the glue that holds it all together and God certainly has His hand in all of it.  So I will continue to work on letting it go.  I will have to re-listen to my encouraging songs again so I can remember how nice it is to not have complete control after all!  I forget things sometimes you know!  :)

Till next time!  God Bless!