We’re just waiting. Waiting for showings. Waiting to sell our home. Waiting to move. Waiting for my fingerprints name check from the FBI. Waiting for our homestudy to be finalized once that name check comes through. Waiting for a new version of our homestudy to be written for our dossier. Waiting for the last couple of documents for our dossier. Waiting to be on the “wait list.” Waiting for our children.

Waiting is not an easy skill for a woman of little patience. So today, we turned waiting on it’s head. We went for an afternoon bike ride. We pedaled leisurely for about 10 miles, had an early dinner, then pedaled back. We waited to clean the house. We waited to pack for impending trips. We waited to “catch up on work.” We even waited to mow the lawn or turn the mulch or wash the windows. I figure that every now and then it’s ok for life to wait on us.