We continue to wait for the TA. The room is almost complete and the clothes are all washed. We have diapers and sippy cups and pretty much everything else a toddler could need. I have put travel wipes into the diaper bag and have started a pile of "this needs to go with us to China". The wait, however, is exhausting. Every day we awaken with the hope that, maybe today, the TA will come and every day we are disappointed. I was reminded this morning of the father in the parable of the prodigal son, how every day he looked out his window for his son. And waited, and waited. Did he ever want to skip a day? Did he want to give up completely? Did he plan the party he eventually gave when his son did return? What amazing faith and perseverance. What amazing love.