At work, my pregnant colleague, M., glows more expectantly with every passing week. I am genuinely excited for her (it's her first) and remind myself that choice along with Fate has brought us on our adoption journey. Friends and family post their newborn snapshots competing for Gerber's attention or share snippets of their talented toddlers, the next American Idols, on facebook. We'll get wind of cousins' kids' parties in which we weren't included (perhaps because we are currently childless), and yet we receive invites to family friends' little ones' milestone birthdays.
When I least expect, thoughts of patiently waiting for someone to die float past thoughts of patiently waiting for someone to join (or be born into) our family.
And I chant encouragingly, Appreciate our time B.C.
Floating with July
mid-morning Lenora greets us
with her usual homemade brunchfare
Como esta? How are you?
my poached eggs chuckle bright-eyed
as they lay against their buttered wheat blanket
after dropping in on Lenora y familia
we head over with gear in hand
to visit with Saturday's Sun
She welcomes us graciously
as we sit for a spell on her berth
and chat about Future's fancies
Her weekly company inspires us --
to be charmed
like the baby snapper
who grabs onto the tiny squidbait
at the end of my pole
to be Sunstruck
like the exact instant
captured in a moment's photo