Two Saturdays ago we had a beautiful baby shower for the boys. I can't wait to post about it because it was so special to me. As soon as my friend passes her photos to me, I will tell you all about it.
Right now we are waiting.
I remember way back when I kept reading that the waiting period between the referral and coming home was the hardest time. I guess because I expected it to be a long time, it didn't seem so unbearable to me. I kept myself busy filling out grant applications, doing fund raising and so the time didn't make me anxious.
On January 11 we received our approval from the USCIS. We informed our country that we were ready for our last embassy appointments. IF we were traveling to Africa, this would be the appointment that we would need to be attending. There's actually a series of 3 appointments we would attend with the boys before leaving the country. Because our plans had to shift and we are having an escort bring them home, we will have a power of attorney go to these appointments on our stead.
I expected the embassy dates to be assigned quickly. I guess I assumed that it was just a matter of looking at their calendar and assigning us the next available date.
But we have yet to get an appointment and almost 1 month has passed.
It's been OUR hard waiting time. It seems so close to the time that we will be heading to the airport to pick up our little guys. I knew they probably wouldn't be here for their birthday, but I thought we would be included on the monthly escort trip that will come home mid to late February bringing several children home to their forever families in the US. I'm starting to think that it is probably unlikely that February will be our month.
It's the final trimester of this pregnancy. The estimated due date is fast approaching (estimated is the key word there). I'm about to pop and dying for these babies to get here. The doctor keeps saying "Any day now." I'm ready for my scheduled induction.
In my earnestness to have the boys home, I texted my sweet friend who has paved the way before us...the one who's own little guy was foster buddies with ours. Her simple response was just what I needed to hear in this time of trying to be patient....
"It is hard, but do not give up hope. You are so close! God's got this!;)"
Yep. God does have this. He hand picked those 2 little precious, brown faces before we could even imagine and knew they would be lifted from Africa and placed in Tennessee. He knew they would live in the country with 6 crazy siblings - fishing in the pond, jumping on the trampoline and learning how to ski at an early age. He knew they would hold hands around a big table of 10 people each night to bow their heads to thank their Heavenly Father for a nutritious and bountiful meal. He knew the time they would walk through the doors of their new home. He knows when that last embassy appointment will be.
He's got this and I can rest in that, however anxious we are.