The girl we might adopt is coming for a one-week visit at the beginning of February.
I'm not sure what else to say about that right now, because when I try to think of a descriptive word or emotional state to pin on the whole thing, I realize the exact opposite of whatever I was going to say is also and equally true. Imagine one of those big-cheeked goldfish, who open their mouths as though to tell you something only to shut them back up when they can't quite get the thoughts to ripen.
More here, if you missed the long slow backstory...
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