Frozen...

...And not just because it's probably already hovering near the freezing mark outside. And we keep our heat at or below 66 degrees inside. It's that time... When I know that, in the next 7 days, I will begin to hope for what I KNOW is not happening. I already see some of the signs. It's usually this time of the month I do become frozen... I saw it in Sunday School, when I couldn't concentrate and didn't make any comments on the lesson... I saw it in preaching, where I will admit, I was looking towards the end of the sermon outline, wondering when I could go home, quit sucking my stomach in to make it as flat as possible so as to avoid any questions, and change into my sweats. I saw it in our Bible study this evening, when I again didn't really contribute a lot to the discussion, other than read some verses. I saw it when I was able to remain composed around a certain baby and mother in the church. I just become a zombie and wait out the days, then it all starts again.
Better stuff.....
**Went out to eat with my friend K and her hubby A last night. They are doing foster parent classes right now, and have been able to keep a set of 3-year-old twins in their home for several weekends, that they will likely be adopting after January, when parental rights should be terminated. Good for the heart. K let us play with the twins after we ate, and just let us love on them as much as we wanted. The little boy cried when we started to leave, which K said he has ONLY recently begun doing for only her and A, and NOBODY else, not even First Mom or Foser Mom... Aunt NotTheMama, well, the kids just know, I guess...
**We're half way there! The day after my b-day marked our one-and-a-half-year anniversary, which is not that big for most couples, but that means we're half way there -- in the same amount of time, we will finally be married long enough, in the eyes of the powers that be, to adopt. I've been singing "Whooooaaaa, we're half way there, whooooaaaa livin' on a prayer... Take my hand, we'll make it I swearrr" What can I say, I am a product of the '80's.