Happy birthday, baby girl! Our wee one turns 7 months old today, and today is also day 77 of our wait. As I was commenting on all of the sevens to Chuck while we were out at dinner last night, I turned my head and there was this guy at the restaurant bar wearing a jersey with a big 77 on the back. I'm taking it as a good omen--or synchronicity if you're a fan of Jungian psychology.
I'm a fan of Jung's thinking. Sure, why not, I dig it. And a huge fan of a book called Good Omens (the full title of the book is Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch) by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Neither of these latter two details are either good omens or synchronous, just, uh, tangents... But tangents and distractions are some of the things keeping me sane during the wait to bring Dep home. It'll be soon. To paraphrase a post on one of the yahoo groups yesterday: each day is a day closer to having our sweet baby in our arms.
For the occasion of her birthday, I'll leave you with a dose of cuteness:
