Here Comes the Sun!!

This morning, as I was woken by the sound of little feet padding around the upstairs, I looked at the clock. 7:00 am. My mind immediately went to the Infamous Pouch. Would today be the day that we would hear our Medical was in the pouch?

I quickly calculated the time in Ontario, where our agency is. 10:00 am. Not too early to have opened the pouch, but on the other hand they still had all day to receive it, plus, sometimes it has been known to not be delivered and opened until the following Monday.

According to our agency, our file left their office for Nairobi (where the High Commission is) and was received on April 23 - making it 3 1/2 weeks since our wait for Medical began. They were quoting 2-12 weeks for medical. This morning the immigration specialist in our agency told me the averages are 4-8 weeks. So we are at the beginning of the wait.

As I headed for the shower, I began thinking about my upcoming roadtrip. (This road trip is going to be a blast!! I am crossing paths, visiting, or staying with six or seven adoptive families that we have met through our yahoo group.)

Before we got our referral, we were being told 2-3 months for court dates. In my small town there is no hope for shopping for clothes for girls. We have one simple store! So I had been hopeful that we would hear of a successful court date by the 7th week (wishful thinking), when I would be near a large city centre and would have the opportunity to go clothes shopping for the girls.

I then remembered that the chances of that happening were now pretty good, because our time lines for court have been shortened to 1-2 months!!

About 10 minutes later, I was doing my makeup and hair, and my hubby came up to our room. (He is wonderful in the morning. I get to start slowly in the morning and he gets the crazy troops at breakfast.) I had locked the door so I didn't get any little busybodies coming in, while I got ready.

He tries the door and finds it locked. "Honnney."

"Yes?"

"Honey, I have good news."

My mind starts working slowly. Computing. Thinking. Obviously, my first thought is the agency called. But no, that couldn't be. The phone didn't ring.

I think again. Maybe it is related to work. But that wouldn't be. He never has "good news" so to speak. And it is a strange time of day to say, "Good news."

As I move towards the door, I say, "What?"

He speaks through the door, "The girls are ours."

I open the door, look at him quizzically, like: "Huh?"

"Did the agency call?" Can't be! I would have heard it ring! I even turned to look at the phone on the hook - except it wasn't there! Maybe it did ring and I didn't hear it cause I was in the shower!

"What do you mean?" I ask feeling totally surreal.

"The agency called, and this is what she said:

"Hi, this is Imagine Adoptions. Is this Ray? I got good news today. I couldn't wait to tell you."

Ray: "And what would that be?"

Levina: "The girls are officially yours! The court session went through successfully. I will be emailing you four more pictures and some information."

Ray: "That is great! Thank you very much and have a nice day." (Isn't that "sweet" *grin* - couldn't he have screamed or something!! *laugh*)

My mouth got dry, and I felt like I was going to be sick! Not a normal reaction for me!

They are ours! We have two daughters. They *will* be coming home. It is now just a matter of time!! Praise God from whom all blessings flow!!

That was a five week court date!!!!!! And now I know why I assured the accountant we would be needing the money to go in high season!! Now it is just a matter of God opening the government's coffers and spilling out all that overpaid money. Please pray!