It’s been two and a half years since we’ve seen Daddy/Hubby and our immigration counselor filed everything with the National Visa Center four days ago.  Since then my son has been weepy, waking too early, hurting himself on everything he touches, peeing the bed, got in a major dog pile on the playground, had bad dreams, crawled into bed with me.  I’ve had headaches, sore throat and been cramp-y.

With a nine-hour time difference, today I emailed my husband and wished him a Happy 11th Anniversary tomorrow . . . tomorrow’s my birthday, our anniversary is in a week.

He used precious airtime to call me:

Our anniversary isn’t until next week.  Are you ok?

(Oh dear – I’m losing it.)

Then he said:

I don’t know what, but something’s going to happen on our anniversary.

I don’t know why, but I got excited and thought of the quote by the Queen in Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll:

Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Which makes me think of another quote by my husband’s country-man, Nelson Mandela:

It always seems impossible until its done.

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