patience

Lately I feel like I'm always waiting. Waiting for some kind of answer/plan/timeline/date. I'm waiting today to see how our childcare plans will work out to find out whether or not we're flying to Baltimore tomorrow at 5:30 am. We have the tickets, but might not be able to use them. Waiting to see whether or not I need to pack...... I'm waiting to find out other things to figure out when I can plan a wedding. When we can pick a date. Everything is on hold and I'm so tired of waiting. I seem to possess a patience I either did not previously have, or it's just never been tested this way. I give full credit to my mom, I'm sure I learned it from her.
I have been overwhelmed this week with our stuff, as well as with co-workers, close friends, and family who are dealing with tragedy. So much in one week, it's unbelievable.
But when the worst happens to people you know and love it does seem to have the effect of bringing out the good things and putting many other things in perspective. I know I am lucky lucky lucky and I will wait and wait and wait if that is what I have to do.