snakes

The boys caught snakes...yes, plural...as in two...at some friends house on the 4th of July.  They were thrilled.  The snakes came home with us.  Let me introduce you to Sneaky and Jumper.

When the littlest guy and I awoke the next morning, we could not find the brothers.  No wii.  No ds.  No computer.  No tv.  I began to wonder if they had been abducted!!! :)  We found them our front...they had made this "snake playground" in the driveway.  Not once that day did anyone ask to play on any electronics.  Not once.  I began to wonder if these snakes had powers like Kaa in the Jungle Book!  I was being won over by our new friends.

Life got a little busy towards the end of the week and we weren't home much.  Friday the boys checked on the snakes to find them not with us any longer.  They baked to death.  Saturday was the burial service.  Uncontrollable tears streamed down one son's face right into the shallow grave.  He wrote a poem and read it to his beloved friends.  Broke this mama's heart. 

So much so that I promised that we could go back and capture more snakes.  What was I thinking???  Did I mention that a snake got loose in the house at one point?  Lovely.

changes...

The #1 lesson I am learning in this process of adoption is to expect the unexpected. We had hoped to have our paperwork in by June 15.  Our psychological evaluation is in Honduras being reviewed right now.  We are awaiting a favorable response on that along with the approval from USCIS (citizenship and immigration office) before we will be able to submit our dossier...hopefully in the next couple of weeks.

One of the reasons that we chose Honduras was that we did not want to have to travel more than once. 
1.  because I HATE to fly...as in I really have some issues.  My husband is threatening to drug me for the trip...and I can't say that I am really objecting!
2.  because we did not want to have to leave the boys twice in a short time period.
3.  because we did not want to have to meet our baby and then leave her only to return to pick her up several weeks later.

As you might have guessed from my gripping lead-in, it is looking quite likely that we will be traveling twice to Honduras.  Short trips...only 4-5 days long for each one.  But likely 6 weeks in between trips.  Five days of holding our precious daughter and then returning her to her crib for 6 very long weeks until we can make her forever ours.  I already feel angst about these 6 weeks.  Six weeks of knowing her smell, but not being able to smell it.  Six weeks of her missing our touch and our kisses and hugs.  But she has a Father her that knows her and loves her better than we ever could and we will entrust her to Him for those six weeks...and the rest of her life.  She is His before she is ours.

wow...just wow

We mailed in our application to USCIS (United States Citizenship and Immigration Services) exactly 2 weeks ago.  This notification came in the mail this week stating that they received our application...

Um, 1930 Salem Parkway does not exists.  Nor does Westloke, OH.  And 44148 is a non-existent zip code.   But most importantly...I am NOT 40 years old!!!!!  How this even made its way back to our hands is most miraculous!  My printing is fairly neat.  I was a school teacher.  I took a handwriting class in college.  And I passed.  With and A.  Clearly we have a God that is showing us just how much this baby girl is to be a part of our family.  We are praising God!

I have never felt more proud of the US Post Office!  Never.

And did you all notice the little thermometer on the side of the blog?  Go on.  Take a look.



Did you see?  $20,000.  $20,000!!!!!  A most generous loved one put up the remaining $3,000 that we needed to submit our paperwork.  We have huge hearts of gratitude!  Only $8,000 more to go.  We are still hoping and praying to have her in our arms by the end of the year!  Please pray that with us!

wonder

My friend, Ang, is adopting a baby girl from China...actually traveling in two weeks!  After she received her referral, she went back through her photos to see what she was doing the day her daughter was born halfway across the globe.  It was the day that the baby birds hatched in the nest in their tree.  Perfect.

We recently watched some baby birds hatch in our tree.  I wonder.  Was that the day our baby girl was born?

I realize that our story may not be the same as the Weldon's, but it made me think.  Will (or was) the day of her birth be just another ordinary day with a special little sign from God that we won't know about until we have that referral in hand?  I wonder.