One month after the finalization of our adoption, two weeks after the due date for our daughter's passport has passed, I'm constantly dreaming of her...talking to her, playing with her, hugging her, writing about her, talking about her. All night in my dreams.
She knows we're coming. The orphanage told her she would be leaving soon. She probably doesn't know that other children there will be leaving around the same time, or that one of her bunk buddies will be living just a few miles away with our friends! She doesn't know who we are or how we look, but she knows we're her mama and daddy.
I'm going crazy. The other day, I decided we shouldn't wait anymore. We should just go over there and make it happen. We had already contacted a travel agent about booking flights. We were deciding on a place to stay.
But then our adoption agent talked some sense into me. With the new laws, we won't be allowed to see her until she receives her passport, even though we have guardianship, even though she's legally ours. So we will wait. and wait. and wait.
Our adoption agent says it gets harder and harder the closer it gets to "the light at the end of the tunnel." So since it's so hard for me now, we must be really close. That's what she said. So I will try to believe it.
She said we should get on with our lives, and our daughter will come when she's ready. She's a tough cookie, our daughter. If she were fragile, she wouldn't be alive, considering what she's already been through.
So we shouldn't worry about bringing her to a family wedding soon after her arrival and we shouldn't worry about having her arrival interrupting our school and work schedules, because she will come when she comes, and we will be so happy to have her here, and it won't matter how we have to adjust our schedules.
India is dragging their feet. We are obsessing. But all will come together in God's perfect timing, and we will be overjoyed whenever that happens.
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