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The "end" of chapter one is near!


 
Holy Toledo I am excited tonight!!!!
 
We finally finished all of our education requirements and packed up the workbook to be sent off to our agency tomorrow. This is a HUGE weight off of our shoulders.
Don't get me wrong. I really do like to learn! But when on a timeline and expected to write and take small tests - yikes. None of it was really hard, it just all took a lot of time. Now I'm excited to start reading the suggested materials and books listed throughout our education manuals and classes. I do believe it will be a lot more fun reading on my own timeline.
 
It is interesting to think: if I had had to do this before Caleb was born, I just may have been a little more ready for his arrival. Doing the hours of study that we did, sure would make a few people think twice before having a biological child, let alone adopting. The education has opened our eyes even more to how our family may look like, how it may function, and how we might have to take multiple steps back to remember there is NO NORMAL with adoption or having a family.
 
But who wants normal anyway? Normal is just a cycle on the washing machine! 
 
This also marks one of the very last things that had to be finished in order for our home study to be complete. Our social worker says her report is almost done, just tying up a couple loose ends.
Yey! yey! yey! yey! yey!
 
Now to start our lengthy pile of to-do's in order to get our dossier paperwork done (the paperwork that goes directly to Ethiopia).  We have until the 1st of July to wrap everything up.
The "end" to this chapter is starting to be in sight...
 
"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming"...
 
Oh, and it snowed today. On May 2nd. Oy!
But, because of it, we all had a snow day! We played in the snow, watched movies, made pizza, got projects worked on (and done!!!), and just enjoyed being a family.
Even though the 16 inches of snow outside the backdoor is annoying...
 
Life is good.
We are so, very, very blessed.
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