The above sculpture is entitled Waiting. It is a Norbert Shamuyarira sculpture and depicts the essence of a woman waiting for liberation in Zimbabwe. The sculpture captures the hardness, courage, strength and the resolve of the woman waiting. It closely resembles Laura's character and ethos.

On Friday the doctor told us that our induction date was moved back a day. Ira's birthday will now be the 21st and Laura will have to go in on the night of the 20th in order to start the induction process. A difference of 24 hours may not be a big deal to you but we were really ready for Wednesday. To hear that Thursday was our new day kinda knocked the wind out of us. So we find ourselves waiting, still.

One of Sophia's favorite books is Dr. Seuss's Oh, the Places You'll Go! There is a section that resonates with us everytime we read it:

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.