lemons. lots of lemons.

We were recently handed some lemons, both literally and figuratively.

Because I was dealing with life lemons, these actual lemons (two boxes of them) sat with perky optimism in the garage while I lived in a place of happy denial inside, eating a jar of nutella.

The thing is, I actually like lemons; lemonade, lemon curd, lemon bars, lemon cheesecake, lotions, balms and whatnot.  Oh the places we'd go little languishing lemons, if only life didn't get in the way!

In a rare moment of clarity, I decided the only thing for it was to squeeze them.  No, I'm not going to make the proverbial "lemonade".  Forced optimism is a bitter pill to swallow right now.  So I just milked them for what they are worth, and am moving on.

I keep trying to write about our story - what's going on, what we're up to in the process.  People around us are very kind and ask regularly if there is any news, and I'm grateful for every single one of them.

The adoption process is kind of like learning to drive stick - there is a lot of bunny hopping.  You wait, talking, wondering, trying to figure things out and then you lurch forward in dramatic fashion with enough force to give you emotional and mental whiplash.  That's not a criticism - it's just the nature of the beast.

So I hesitate to write about the ever-changing landscape of our adoption... Perhaps because the story isn't done yet?