Sorry that I didn't post anything yesterday. There wasn't much going on yesterday. David had a headache, (he's prone to migraines) so we stayed home, rested and rehydrated ourselves. We're both getting a bit impatient, getting tired of waiting, and wanting to get our kids out.
We know God is still in charge, though. Some of you knew that I was worried about missing my qualifying course that I need for my job, and that I was worried that I wouldn't be able to work when I got home if I didn't get to take it. I emailed several people at other facilities that were offering the class at a later date, and they were so amazing, offering help to find courses that would work for me, and lots of encouragement. One even offered to guarantee the opportunity to take the class, even if they didn't have the minimum number of registrants! In the end, my own facility asked me to help transition to the online version of the class, and told me to make arrangements for it when I get home. Yay! God is good. That was my biggest worry about staying longer to help David bring the threesome home. So he solved my problem, and even gave me blessings through strangers.
Someone in our family has a birthday. Can you figure out who? I had fun looking up the words for the text of this card in the russian-english dictionary. Then, just in case I was way off, I asked the receptionist to translate it for me. I was pretty close!
Today we didn't go to the orphanage, either, and no, we still don't know how the little pumpkin is doing. Haven't heard back from the translator. At this point we're assuming no news is good news. David studied all day, and I cleaned the apartment. We like our housekeepers here, as they have sweet smiles, and lovely personalities, but I think we all define "housekeeping" differently. Oh well, I'm not working anyway!
Today we met up with another family coming to adopt a 12 yr old boy from an older kids orphanage in another nearby town. The wife of this couple was one of the ones who first inspired me to consider the crazy idea of adopting three kids with Down syndrome. I first thought, "Are they insane???" They have ten kids and they actually have five kids with Down syndrome. She's my expert advisor, and I've had so much fun emailing with her this past year. What a joy to meet in person! It feels like we already know each other. Anyway, we went to lunch together at the local Eastern European foods buffet. We talked, and laughed, and drew lots of looks. So what else is new?
As we were on the street, visiting together, a man stopped and asked if we were Americans. We said yes, and he said he was from Texas, and he and his wife were adopting two kids, and they were eating with some other adopting couples over at the TGI Friday's. None of them were from Reece's Rainbow, but he was so happy to chat with other Americans. I actually see or hear people speaking english almost every day. There is a young mother with long, curly hair, who talks loudly on her cell phone in American-sounding english, as her two kids speed by on their scooters. I've seen her around our neighborhood once, and a few streets over another day. She's very recognizable. Makes me wonder how many people see us day after day, and say, "Well, there's those Americans--the man with the long hair and moustache, and the woman with the clunky clogs and green coat."
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