On Feb 1, the kids started the paper chain countdown.
When this paper chain runs out, on Feb 17, K-Man, Q-Boo, and I will board a plane for China. We will do a much more complicated, twenty-four hour version, of this:
Back at home the boys, Middle Child and Wild Child, will start their own paper chain.
Every day while we are gone, when each kid pulls his paper chain off, he will also pick one of the color-coded gifts. The boys are so super excited about this that they keep asking exactly when it is that we will be leaving. Really makes a girl feel loved. :) When the paper chain and the gifts are finally gone, they will find this sign:
Luna's Welcome Home banner (each kid was responsible for a section of drawings. I betcha you can figure out which ones:)
Remember Lovegood, the gift that I bought for Luna, Christmas 2014, when she was just a "maybe" and an "I'm following my sign posts" and a "dare I hope?" Remember her? She's packed. She'll go to the Civil Affairs building to meet Luna with us.
I even ordered these amazing dolls from A Doll Like Me. She matched the girls' skin tones, hair, and eyes from photos and discussions with me. Q-Boo's doll even has a scar for a belly button, like she does. They come with hats and bows and tiny glasses. Adorable. I've been on her list since last June and the dolls have come in just in time to take with us to China. I'm doing everything that I can to keep them secret from Q-Boo until we get there. We'll give them to the girls as soon we are all finally together.
I'd been holding it together, refusing to get too excited, waiting patiently on the time to pass. <points to self> Watch me not freak out. I'm okay.
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So, here’s where we are in this story: The hat has been shoved down tightly over the head, boots have been laced up, the horse has been saddled, the cinch has been tightened, weapons have been loaded, checked and doubled checked, and then stowed in saddle bags. Rations have been packed, the bedroll has been attached securely behind the saddle, the coat is zipped, the cinch is rechecked and tightened again. And then the music stops as our protagonist stands silently, reigns in one hand, both hands on the saddle, the only sound is the wind as it pushes bits of hair around the protagonist’s face. What’s happening? Well, since I’ve been in this position, now more than a few times in my life, I can tell you what’s happening. You’ve been there, you know. The protagonist is overthinking the coming journey and overthinking can suck the joy right out of every experience. Yes, it’s going to be hard - all the best, most worthwhile, journeys are.
(And, if you aren’t gonna see yourself as the hero in your own life’s story, what is the whole damn point, anyway?)
 
There I am, another life ago.
I'll get there again but, for now,
the kids are my horses (and my art.)
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That had been my situation for a while, overthinking had become my perpetual position, and it was stealing the joy out of the whole deal. Then, a completely unexpected email popped up from my adoption agency. Someone from the agency had visited Luna's orphanage and taken photos and another video of her.
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Next, someone posted this video, "Children of the Moon," to one of my albinism pages. I KNEW that they were called "Children of the Moon," I KNEW that she shines for a reason, but I could not find the evidence, anywhere. Finally, there it is.
Right. I am no longer interested in any thing other than getting my girl. Overthinking is done. Joy has descended.
Mount the hell up and let's go!
Hang on Luna, I’m coming as fast as I can get there. <laughs out loud>
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Parking Lot Moon
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