March 5, 2005
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[gloomily] Waiting.
I hate waiting. I loathe waiting. I detest waiting.
The family is in full “WELL? Is it here yet?” mode, as we leap for the phone whenever it rings, hoping to see Alex’s cell phone number ushering in the call to say whether we’ve got a Caleb or a Hannah.
He just called. You may imagine my excitement as I saw his number! “Hello???” I eagerly gasped.
“Hi, Mama. How you doing?”
My excitement level dropped immediately . . . that is not how The Call will begin. And I was right . . . he was calling about Jordan. Which was nice, mind, but at this very moment I feel like telling him “Don’t call unless you have News.”
That wouldn’t be kind, though. So I didn’t.
