The anticipation builds as each month ends because we know we'll receive our update. Then it arrives.... and it's always a bit of a let down. Because I want more. More information. More contact. More pictures. Other adoptive parents feel as though they get to know their children. I feel so out in the dark. I feel as though I don't know anything. I know bits and pieces but I don't really know them at all.
Look at Peterson's knees. I can imagine that he is all boy. I can imagine that he plays on the ground and scuffs his knees. But what does he play? What sounds does he make? Does he have a favorite toy? How does he laugh? I don't know anything.
Gaëlle sounds like a little diva. But does she whine? What makes her laugh? Does she like her doll? In one of the first pictures we saw, she had on feet pajamas and she looked so tiny. Now she looks like a young lady. She always has sandals that are too big. Does she demand to wear them? Or are her feet just so tiny? I don't have a clue.
It doesn't look like I'll know the answers any time soon.