Something from the archives: I wrote this poem over ten years ago, on Valentine’s Day 2007. We were in the midst of our eighteen-months-long process of adopting our son, Liu, from China. I had no idea when we would be through the last waiting phase and when we would be able to bring him home. In hindsight, eighteen months was fairly fast compared to many others who have walked the same path. I had no idea that ten years later at the age of 46 I would be in a similar “holding pattern” that’s length has already exceeded that of the first one. I have to say the second time isn’t any easier.