And Zen What

Waiting for Seven, I have reached a fairly well-known stage in the wait for TA (Travel Approval): the buying-soft-sweet-adorable-things stage.

I can't touch her. I can't hug her. I can't feed her, brush her hair, tuck her in.


So for now my maternal longing can be partly appeased only by items like these, which are even now wending their way from some warehouse after my online feeding frenzy of the other night.

See, I've decided she loves pink. I don't know why I have decided this, since I have two daughters who hate pink. But I just know that this one loves it.

I also know that she'll need soft warm pettable things. My arrival will turn her world upside down. She will be scared, angry, grieving. It is quite possible she won't want any comforting from me. Five sure didn't. He did love his new clothes though, and they helped him feel a little better those first couple of terrible days. He put them all in his little bag, along with his water bottle and the kleenex box, and kept it by the door all ready for the big break out.

So despite the fact that I have NO idea when that precious TA is going to finally show up, Seven already has one brand new, very pink, very soft, fluffy outfit to keep in her little bag by the door.

And if I am very lucky, she'll be able, before too long, to put them on and feel pretty and special and like maybe things might turn out okay after all.

And you can bet that the minute she does that, you will be seeing this very outfit on this blog again. But then it will have a little girl in it. And that will be the day that my surfing for soft pink dresses and furry coats and warm fuzzy hats will finally be over. Until then, Mom, MOM! will be spending far too much time (not to mention money--but hey, it's a sale, and it's all so cute and cuddly and, uh, cute and cuddly) on hannaandersson.com and other such dangerous locales.