I believe in Benjaminh

I do, I do, I do believe in Benjaminh.

Deep down inside, when I'm thinking of my little guy (which is practically every waking and sleeping moment) , he is there. He is wiggling restlessly in his hammock waiting for a turn to be cuddled and fed and changed and cared for. Perhaps he is being held gently in the arms of his special nanny. Some days the sun is shining and the orphanage is warm and comfortable. On other days it is overcast and humid and cooler winds blow across the open window into the baby room. But he is always there. He is sleeping or eating or playing with his hands or smiling at his nanny. He is living the life of a baby boy. He doesn't know he is waiting.

I'm waiting and boy do I know it. Some days I'm good at it and some days I'm not. 3 babies will arrive home to Canada this Saturday and you better believe I will be at the airport counting the seconds until the very moment I see Owen, a sweet baby boy destined to be Benjaminh's friend (Oh, I'm also looking forward to seeing Owen's mom and dad ;- }

5 new referrals are out there and those 5 families have grown both in size and love during the past week. That's 8. 8 steps closer to Benjaminh. The higher the number of referred babies, the shorter my wait for Ben. And wait loss is a beautiful thing.