degaje
In Haitian Creole, there is a word called "degaje", which basically means to "make it work". We are in serious degaje mode right now. I have always scoffed at the idea that there is any manual that can teach how a mother how to do things the right way. When you are parenting four small children, one of them who speaks another language, there is NO MANUAL. We don't know what the heck we are doing.Our house is pretty much in chaos mode, and the inmates seem to be running the asylum. All . . .
lovely day
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arrival
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on his way
I am giddy. Keanan is on his way. He is flying on a C-17 from Port-Au-Prince to Orlando. Mark flew to Orlando this morning on faith, and we are so glad he is there to meet him. So many feelings tonight. I am so excited, and yet my heart is heavy for my little boy, who will be leaving his dear caretakers and friends who have been his family for his whole life. I sit here in anticipation, but also wondering what this experience is like for him. I desperately wish I could be there. Mark is . . .
I’ve got a feeling . . .
that tonight's gonna be a good night.that tonight's gonna be a GOOD GOOD night. . . .
from one orphan to another . . .
No word so far today. I am living in a sort of Groundhog's Day. Wake up. Check email. Ignore kids. Hit refresh. Hope for tomorrow. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. . . .
like the end of pregnancy. but less bloating.
I feel like I am nine months pregnant today. I am moody and irritable. I am barely sleeping. I am nesting like crazy, and so, so anxious for our little one to get here.Sometimes I feel like I'm handling this wait with grace. And other times . . . not so much. Like today, when I decided that I had to remodel the boys' room before Keanan gets home. (Did I really just say "boys' room"? As in plural? Wow. That feels weird.) I tried to patch some of the pain on the walls, only to use the . . .
no news is no news
I've got nothing to report. Our amazingly dedicated contacts spent the entire day at the embassy with no progress. The embassy is processing the visas of the children who are in dire need first. As it should be. Our kids at Heartline are not in desperate need. They are fed and cared for, and by all reports are happy and oblivious to the chaos outside their gate. I rest in this knowledge as we wait. We are so thankful for your continued prayers and support. . . .
overwhelmed
I am overwhelmed with anxiety as we continue to wait. Things are moving. The embassy is processing the kids in dire need first. As they should.I am overwhelmed with excitement at the thought of having him home.I am overwhelmed with gratitude for my friends, and even strangers, who advocated on my behalf. I have had touchpoints with my senators, congressmen, and even people in the state department. Thank you for that.I am overwhelmed with love for my two kids who have talked all day about . . .
pins and needles
We are on pins and needles here. Someone is at the embassy right now. Humanitarian Parole is looking like a very good possibility from the accounts I'm reading of other parents. To be honest, I am really praying that we will be far enough along in the process that they will give him an Immigration Visa. This would make him a citizen when he steps on US soil, and would save us the stress of trying to continue the adoption from here.But we would be perfectly happy for Humanitarian Parole. Or . . .
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