I had a dream...

Currently, I'm in Bloomington, IL for a business meeting and Chris is back home holding down the fort. It's good for him to be the one that stays home some times :). Anyways, as I slept in my huge king sized bed in my enormous hotel room (courtesy of my company!) I had a dream. This is the second dream about the adoption to date. In this dream I received a call from Joy, our social worker. She asked if we would be interested in adopting a sibling group. Originally, this is not what we were requesting. But, we decided maybe we could. A 12 year old boy and a 5 or 6 year old girl and both spoke enough English to start school immediately. We decided we would make due in our current home (Dad, stop laughing!) until we were ready to build. When we got to Korea we were welcomed by two pleasant kids that would call us mom and dad, and they were eager to do so! When we were leaving the orphanage for the last time they gave a long good-bye to a precious little baby, maybe 6 months old. When I asked about the baby and why they we're close the orphanage mom told me it was their little sibling (I don't know if it was a boy or girl). We had no idea they were a family of three. Apparently, the orphanage thought the baby could be adopted individually because of the age disparity. I looked at Chris and he nodded his head. A week later, we were in our little house with three kids, ages 12, 6, and 6 months!!! Then, we built a house. :) Now, this dream could be looked at any number of ways. Should we expand our baby group to include siblings? We will adopt more than one child in our life? Eh...I just say, when I get home, Chris is going to surprise me with the property he has picked out for us to build on before baby comes! Quick, someone text Chris and tell him you had a preminition and he is to build our house now! Hahahahahaha. Can't blame a girl for trying, can you? Truth is, we plan to stay in this house as baby makes his way into our world and then we will re-evaluate what will happen next. I also had a dream a few months ago. It was short, but not sweet. We were taking baby, who was an infant to the airport to go home and some one ripped him out of my hands! I woke up reaching for my baby trying to get him back...and then I realized it was just a dream. A terrible, rotten, no good, very bad dream. We continue to appreciate your prayers and support. Don't forget to leave comments for an upcoming question and answer blog! If you're comfortable asking, chances are we are comfortable answering! Chris & Connie