Hosting Day 11

We set our alarm for 3:40, got up and got A's backpack packed to the brim with toys, clothes, stickers, a little picture album and other fun stuff. I was going to hide some M&Ms in there, but he found them before I could. Brent got him dressed and we headed down to the hotel lobby to wait for the other kids and A's ride to pick them up. He said he was hungry so we scrounged up an apple, a granola bar and an orange soda to sugar him up before passing him off.
A's ride was a little late and came at about 4:45. Brent and I headed back up to the room and slept in until about 10.

Now we're home and he's gone. In the air somewhere.

I'm sad but not really sad. I'm ready to move forward with the adoption - with new vigor and urgancy. I'm ready to start preparing for him to come back.

I told Brent's mom yesterday - having a six-year-old is difficult sometimes, but not having a six-year-old is more difficult.

We miss you A! It's too quiet here :)