We're getting close to the end of the wait to be reunited. I can say with absolute certainty that it has been the longest 10 months of my life. I feel like i've had 10 years stolen from me because of the time that I missed with my babies. By the time that they get here, they definitely won't be babies anymore. It has been a trial on many levels, but the relief and excitement of the end of exile and beginning of our lives together overpowers the negative of the experience.
The other day, I was listening to
KBCO on the way home from work and Running on Faith came on. It made me realize how much that i've been running on fumes since I left the Philippines last June. I don't have faith in much, but I have absolute faith in my children and the love that I have for them.
Lately I've been running on faith
What else can a poor boy do?
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