Dear I-171,
I have been patient for many months now but I am ready to have you in my hand so I can send off this stack of paper and begin the wait for our baby! Where are you? Are you in the mail? (Oh how I hope so) or are you sitting on someone's desk? Have you even been typed yet? I think about you daily. I imagine seeing you in my mailbox but you are not there. Please come soon. My boys think their mommy is a little bit crazy about the mailbox. We are beginning to think this paper chase is never ending. Will we continually be chasing you? I hope not. I am ready to retire my running shoes. COME SOON!
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