Torrefaction

So Hub and I were chatting in the car about musicals.  He only likes one musical: <i>Les Miserables</i>.  We both love it.  He argued with me, however, when I said it was sad.

Hub: "It's not sad! It has a happy ending!"

Me: "What? Everybody dies!"

Hub: "But Valjean goes to heaven, and that daughter-person gets married to that guy."

Me: "Cosette and Marius.  But Cosette's mother Fantine dies of the clap or something, and all of Marius's friends die, including Eponine getting shot and singing a whole song about it.  And the rising fails, and the people of France continue living in poverty. And Javert kills himself. The evil inkeeper and his wife are the only ones who do well out of the bargain."

Hub: [ponders all of this] "Yeah, but Valjean was able to fulfill his promise to Fantine..."

Me: "...after letting her get fired, become a prostitute, and die..."

Hub: "...and he goes to heaven! Although I guess the people that the title actually refers to are pretty screwed...but it's still a happy ending."

Happy Easter.

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We got our foster home license!  We need this for a domestic adoption, because for the first few months of the placement we only have physical custody, not legal custody.  The agency has legal custody until the adoption is finalized.  For China the adoption would be finalized right away so the licensing isn't needed. 

So we're licensed through 2012, for 2 children.  It's weird to see it on paper - a license for the future we're hoping for.   

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Our home study is nearly done - done enough that our Illinois social worker is ready to start showing our profile to folks, even though we can't activate with our Indiana agency until it's 100% done.  Apparently it's ok to work with more than one agency as long as everyone knows when your profile is being shown so they don't double-show you.

So far we've been shown to one potential mom, who didn't pick us.  Another potential mom is on the horizon. If someone does pick us, then we wait until the baby is born to see if she decides to place or not.  It's going to be a long, nerve-wracking few months/year.  This is why I didn't want to do domestic in the first place...but.  I keep reminding myself not to make it about me.   I'm wishing for it to happen quickly, and not to cause me too much pain, but I'm not praying for that.  My prayer is, "let the woman who needs me, find me."  For that to happen I have to be more open, more trusting, and have more faith, than I would have believed I could be.

Let the woman who needs me, find me.
 

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