Do you believe in signs?

Well...I sure do....I believe in signs.



In fact ~ while I was standing in that extremely long {very long} line at the post office last night (to Express Over Night our PA Child Abuse Clearances) ~ I was thinking about giving up.



(as much as I hate to admit this...yes I was truly thinking about calling our agency and telling them, I could no longer do this.)



I walked into that post office with my head hung low. After a few minutes in line, I realized that I forgot to take a pen with me. Seeing how there were NO pens available for me to use, I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs. I didn't know what to do...leave my spot in line and hike back to my vehicle to get a pen or start asking the other nice people who were also patiently waiting their turn to see if I could borrow a pen from them. Lucky for me, the super nice woman behind me did have a pen in her hand and when I asked if I could use it, she said "sure" right away. So there I was, filling out all the forms needed to over night our clearances and fill out a prepaid one as well for their return.



When I was done, I handed the pen back to the super nice woman and started once again thinking that all these bumps must be signs that we should not be going through with this adoption.



After an hour of standing in line...with a ton of emotions flowing through me (and letting the tears flow a half of dozen times), I finally got my sign.



As I stood there waiting in that line that was still snaking around the isles of personal rented mail boxes, a young Chinese woman walked out through the window/counter service door, holding one of the most adorable Chinese toddler boy that I have ever see ~ who by the way was crying his eyes out. One look at him, reminded me why we are doing this.



Now if you ask me, this sign looked so much like our little man. He had huge rounded almond shaped eyes, fair skin, and that course straight brown hair. He also had this round little face and some very rosy cheeks...just like our Benjamin and when he glanced my way, I knew he was my sign.



My sign to not give up.



My sign to remind me of our Benjamin James who is waiting for us in China.



My sign that this is only a test - a test of endurance, loyalty and most of all ~ love.



My sign that I must not ever think this way again.