No Cigar

I really don't feel like talking about this or thinking about this or writing about this. I do, however, feel committed to documenting this whole journey so I'm going to write about it here, albeit briefly.

We were not picked. We came in a close second. The first loser. Close but no cigar. Better luck next time. It wasn't meant to be and blah blah blah.

I won't even write about what was in my head (and came out of my potty mouth while talking to my mother) about this dear birth mom who took her sweet time making her decision. Those thoughts I'm better off forgetting.

Moving on...