It looks like hope

This morning Grace (8) asked me what I would wish for if I had one wish. Without thinking deeply, I replied, "I wish Michael would come home." A few minutes later, Alaina (6) asked when Michael would be coming home. I told her, "God only knows." She said, "We should pray." I responded that we do pray. She was quiet for a few minutes, then she informed me that she had just prayed herself.

Later, I talked to a friend who said that it was looking very good for the adoption ban to be lifted this fall and that adoptions would begin. What a flood of emotions: hope, but not too much;. Joy, but please not overwhelming; fear, what if it's delayed again; and that empty feeling that I get when I can't bear all the other feelings anymore.
Michael told Pastor Peter one morning,"Papa, you are my first father and the white Man and woman is my second parent." 

Every bit of details about him is so precious. Here is the newest picture.