Monday, May 28, 2018

A Test of Faith

I know we've been quiet, way too quiet for an adoption blog.  If you saw our facebook post, you'd see our big news.  We're pregnant!   It has been a rollercoaster of emotions, both positive and negative.  You have all been so supportive of us, and given us so much love and encouragement, I wanted you all to know exactly whats going on.  This post will be long, and probably unnecessary, but just as it a chance for you to catch up on our lives, it's my chance to use this as a little therapy.  So we'll start at the very beginning...

About a month ago life was as usual.  We were anxiously awaiting our i800-A to be processed for adoption, we were working hard and saving money, and nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening.  I had just come home from working a 3 day trip.  It was the most exhausting trip of my life.  It was a great trip, a prime piece of scheduling that my seniority should hold, but I was just so tired the whole time.  I found myself drinking a red-bull a day, and getting nausea from breath mints.  I didn't think much of it.  The next morning I was home and got a notification on my phone that my cycle was a week late.  We've been struggling with infertility for so long, this is a pretty normal occurrence.  A week lake, a week early, whatever.  We've been told by doctors we would never be pregnant without some type of fertility assistance.  Just to be safe, I pulled out an old pregnancy test from under the sink.  This sucker was strait from china, at least 2 years old, and more than a little sketchy.  I had taken dozens of them in the past.  For the first time every, there was  faint pink line.  I went strait into panic mode.  Poor Cory was in the shower.  I stared at him and all I could get out was "I need help reading this."  Poor guy had no context, and probably thought I had gone temporarily blind.  He took his sweet time in the shower, and walked out to a wave of emotions.  We both stared at it.  I fell into a crying puddle on the floor.  Why now? Why after we worked so hard for our adoption? So many things ran through my head.  In the end, Cory had to go to work, and we decided not to place too much faith in a an old, cheap, pregnancy test. Cory then leave for work, and I'm stuck in the fetal position on the floor wondering whats happening to my life. Everything I had been planning for the last year, and had come to know as my truth, had just been turned upside down.

I eventually pulled myself off the floor, went to Walgreens and bought a legitimate pregnancy test and a chocolate milk, and headed to my sisters.  I had texted her with a simple "I'm having a life crisis, can I come over?"  Little did she know what was about to walk through that door.  I just couldn't be alone.  I was so scared.  I finally had the courage to take that test again, and sure enough in big bold letters PREGNANT.  Everything I thought I knew about my life and my body changed in an instance.  I had come to terms with never being pregnant.  I was no longer bitter at everyones pregnancy announcements.  I was so excited to become a mom this summer, and knew that adoption was the way it was going to happen. How could we feel so strongly about adoption, just to have this happen?  In the the end, poor Cory got the news through a picture message of a positive pregnancy test.

We knew when we signed on with our adoption agency that we agreed to place our adoption on hold if we were to become pregnant.  We didn't really think much about it when we signed the papers.  At that time, we knew it wasn't going to be us that had to deal with it.  So although being pregnant is exciting, we knew it meant a loss of the other child we were waiting for. We both agreed we would tell our adoption agency once we were 12 weeks along.  That should have put it right around when our immigration clearances would be coming back.  I will always feel guilty at how unexcited I was to find out i was pregnant.  Something I had wanted for so long, something so many other women dream of and never get, and here I was, wishing the timing could be anything but now.  We were able to get into the doctor that day.  I was so nervous. They confirmed it though, and we tried to move forward, to get excited about this new life.

The next day, we decided to get out of the house, go look at baby stuff, get excited.  It was a great day.  We looked at all kind of things, and started daydreaming and thinking about what it would be like to have a newborn in our home.  When we came home, we went to check the mail like normal.  Sitting in our mailbox was a letter for The Department of Homeland Security.  Our fingerprinting for our adoption had been fast tracked, we now had an appointment in only 4 days.  This sent my down a spiral all over again.  We were receiving an appointment for fingerprinting after only a week and half. it should  have taken closer to 4 weeks.  Why did our home study take an extra 4 months, but our immigration was being done in half the time?  It felt like a slap in the face.  It was everything I had wanted.  Everything I hoped and dreamed of for the last year.  I finally had the paper in my hand, and it felt like it meant nothing.  All our hard work towards our adoption, all the sacrifice, all the love we already had for this unknown child.  In the span of two days, my entire world was turned upside down again, and I didn't know how to handle it. I never thought I could feel so much grief for a child I had never met, and knew nothing about.  Eventually I picked myself up, and we went to our immigration appointment.

I was so proud of us.  We drove to the appointment, waited in the lines, and waited for them to call us back while keeping ourselves totally composed.  We knew this wasn't for nothing.  Since we were doing this now, it means that when the time did come to pick up our adoption again at least we would just need fingerprint and immigrations updates, not all new clearances.  We were feeling positive, and finally ready to tackle this. That was, until the immigration officer expressed his excitement for us.  The whole office was excited, they said they didn't get to do these very often.  I managed to hold it together until we got to the car.  It's always the same feelings of why did this adoption feel so right, when something like this was just going to happen?

We managed to move on with life.  I spent most of the time sick, but otherwise things returned to normal.  It wasn't until about a week later we got an email from our adoption agency that our Dossier was officially being mailed to Hungary, and they had already been talking about our family.  It stung a little.  It was one of the emails we had been waiting for.  We tried to think past it.  We wanted to wait until the 12 week mark to tell them, just in case something went wrong.  They still had to mail the paperwork to Hungary, and input it into the system.  We figured we had time, and we just weren't ready to tell them yet.  We stashed it aside and thought "just a few more weeks and we'll tell them."  Little did we know, we would never get to wait.  They'd know sooner than we wanted.

Two days after we were told they had been discussing our family, we received another email.  It was a pre-referral for a child.  Essentially, they were seeing if we would be interested, and if we were, once our documents were in country we would be sent an official referral.  This email was the email we had prayed for for over a year now.  It had a real child in it, a child that could be our child.  The one we've prayed for and dreamed of.  I couldn't even open the email.  I called Cory at work, and all he said was "yeah, I got it too."  We decided to open it, and it was full of pictures of this vibrant little girl.  Her name is Jazmin, and she will be 3 at the end of May.  She was perfect.  We had been told the chances of adopting a girl were slim, but it's what we always wanted, and here she was.  She was real and she needed a family.  She had a heart defect, but was at her age level developmentally.  She loved to music and singing, and she also did gymnastics.  She was everything we had dreamed of.

At that point we knew we had to tell our agency, but what about this little girl?  Could we do both? Would they let us do both?  It was such a big decision. We decided to take the weekend to figure it out.  I knew I wanted to come to our agency with a "we're pregnant, and we need to place it on hold" or a "we're pregnant, but we'd like to move forward."  I never thought my life would be faced with a such a hard decision.  How do you decided what is best for your family?  We knew we had a baby coming in December, but could our family also be set to have a 3 year old coming in August?  We had no idea what to do.  I have never felt more lost in my life.  That night, we went to bed, and I just couldn't sleep.  I just laid there, crying.  I decided to get up and go into the living room, but it just felt too big.  I tried the office, and it was just too bright.  I eventually settled in the room that we had already started setting up to be our child's room.  It has a twin sized bed, bedding, and toys.  I had been strategically avoiding this room for weeks now, it was just too hard to look at.  For some reason that night, it gave me so much comfort.  At that time, all I could think to do was turn to prayer.  I had hit what seemed like rock bottom, and I needed help climbing back up.  We had been using under the bed as storage, and it just so happened that there was an old set of scriptures in there.  You know, those old sets you used during seminary in high school.  It's filled with notes, quotes, and overall super beat up.  I was thumbing through them looking for anything.  Any sort of wisdom that could make this all hurt less.  Anything that could help us make this decision.  I eventually stumbled to Luke 1:37 "For with God nothing shall be impossible."  This verse is what is told to Mary when she is told she will bear the son of god, and that her cousin Elisabeth would also conceive a son, despite her old age.  I've read that scripture a million times.  It's even highlighted and underlined in this set of scriptures, but it had never meant more to me than it did now.  I finally found peace, and was able to sleep.  I slept right there in the bed that was set aside for a child, until around 3am, when I finally made it to my own bed.

The next morning Cory had to work early, leaving just around the time i was getting into bed.   I woke up with a text from him saying that he had decided to check in the kids rooms before he left for work, and saw my scriptures laying open there. He read the scripture as me and reached the same decision.  We needed to attempt to bring this girl into our home. We have been learning that faith in God, means faith in his timing. 

We drafted our email, explained everything.  How we felt, how early we were in our pregnancy, what we thought timelines would be like, and we sent it to them.  We knew at this time, that we had made the right decision and it was no longer in our hands.  We felt good about it, and new that no matter what way this came out, we still ended up a with a child.  We expressed to them that we knew any decision they make would be for the child and our families benefit. We sent it out to them, and we waited.  Finally, on Monday afternoon we heard from our Agency.  They Congratulated us on our pregnancy, and assured us they see this kind of thing happen all the time.  The reminded us of their policy, but said they would take it to their committee and talk to our social worker about it.  Our social worker has been awesome.  I immediately shot her an email, and she was quick to respond.  She expressed her excitement for us, and she fully supported us.  She thought the little girl would be perfect for our family, and said she would advocate for us as best as she could. Now I was starting to get excited! Could this really happen? We talked to our agency again, and they said we should have an answer by Thursday.  We waited, and we waited, and waited.  All of a sudden Friday is here, and still no answer.  We email them, and they let us know that they've all met and discussed, but they've decided to take it to the Childrens Ministry of Hungary, and get their take on it.

Each country you adopt from has a different set of laws and regulation that pertain to the adoption of children.  Hungary has a very strict rule, that the child must be the youngest child at time of adoption.  They are very strict on birth order, as studies show that children thrive best when their current birth order is respected.  We didn't think much of it.  We'd bring her home in August, and have a baby in December.  Sure, it's not a ton of time, but we felt confident that it wouldn't be a problem.  We knew it would be hard, but we knew even more that it would be worth it.  However, once we heard that they had got the country involved, we felt an overwhelming sense of dread.  Things were starting to feel impossible.  We knew it wasn't in our hands, and what was going to happen, is what was supposed to happen.  We knew we had made the decision we felt we needed to, and God had a bigger plan for us.  We knew the correct plan for our family would be delivered to us.

I am so grateful that we had plans to visit my best friend that weekend.  We had planned it even before we knew we were pregnant.  We thought it would be our last trip to see Marissa and Cody before our adoption went through, so we were even staying a day longer than usual.  I left for the trip feeling like if they said no to our adoption it would destroy me, and I came home feeling very understating that what was going to happen would happen, and there were positives for both.  Spending the weekend with the two of them and their 6 month old, Oliver, was amazing.  We spent a lot of time just being together.  Getting to spend it with their perfect baby, made me more excited to get to do things with our future baby.  Marissa and I took Oliver swimming for his first time.  It was the most adorable thing in the world.  Getting to be there for one of his first meant so much to me, and it reminded me that we soon would get to do all these first.  It wasn't how we had imagined our family would start, but we were still starting a family.  I can't explain why, but after our weekend with them I felt ready for their answer.  No matter what the outcome was.

Fast forward to the next Wednesday, and we finally had our answer.  Because of the laws on birth order in Hungary, they would not allow us to bring Jazmin home.  We expected it to come, but it was still like a punch to the gut.  We knew that at this time, there was nothing else we could do.  Our adoption journey was officially on a hold. I sobbed as we signed the official paperwork. We know in our hearts that adoption is still the correct path for our family, our timing just must have been a little off.  We have not given up on our adoption. We have some great people in our corner fighting for us.  Our social worker here in Arizona has made sure we're eligible to adopt any child in the U.S., and are eligible for the foster system.  Our adoption agency has agreed to hold our funds for 2 years.  We may not be able to get back into the Hungary program because of their birth order laws, but we know there are so many other countries out there.  We are already considering Bulgaria and India. Our currently plan is to re-address our adoption in exactly one year from today.

This has been the hardest thing we have ever done.  In the span of a month we have been overjoyed, terrified, grief stricken, and excited.  We've had to make decisions, and receive answers we never thought we would have to. This entire thing has been an incredible test of our faith.  Our entire life plan has made a 360 degree turn, and we're still trying to adjust from that. I've asked had to ask "why now?" about a million times during this process.  We are so excited to be having a baby, but are still mourning the loss of our other child that we felt was ours too.  I've never had a miscarriage, but I can imagine it feels a lot like this.  Losing someone you hadn't known yet, but already had such big hopes and dreams for, and so much love for.  We know our adoption journey isn't over with this, it's just taking a little detour.  When i was telling a family member about everything, they said something that really stuck with me.  She said "If you already would have had a baby, would you ever had pursued adoption?"  I had to really think about it, and honestly said "probably not."  She replied, "Then maybe this is gods way of making sure you bring home your child that's out there, your timing is just a little off."  I don't know why, but I haven't been able to shake that.  I know we will adopt.  We probably never would have considered it if  we already had a biological child.  Now that our hearts have been given to adoption, we can never get them back.  We don't know what are next step will be.  It may  be picking up our international adoption, it may be a domestic adoption, or it may be the foster system.  We just know that our foundation is in place to bring home ALL our children, it just might take a little longer than we expected.



Thursday, April 12, 2018

Application Received!

Got one of the best text messages ever earlier this week:


USCIS has received our application!! They also managed to mark it as received in only 1 week instead of of the estimated 2 weeks.  Next we wait for our letter with our biometric fingerprint appointments. That usually takes 4 weeks from this point to make it to us.  Then a few weeks following to actually attend the appointment. Maybe we can keep this trend of being a week ahead.

They're all such small steps, but i'm learning to celebrate every single little one.  Please make the next 4-6 weeks breeze by, and please let our referral for a child come quickly after!

Friday, April 6, 2018

Fedex is my new best friend!

I can't explain it, but for some reason 2018 has been the fasted, and the slowest moving year ever.  February was the longest month of my life, followed by march that I think was only one week long.  We still still feel like we spend most of our days in flux.  Trying not to make too many permanent plans for later in the year and being cautious about getting our hopes up and setting time lines, and wanting to make every plan and buy everything that we could for our future family.

This past week, we finally got the news we have been waiting for.  The Pinal county courts have approved our home study! We have spent months waiting for that little stamp on a piece of paper from a judge.  No kidding, it's just a stamp that said "Juvenile courts." We've had a completed home study since January, but now we have a home study that we can actually do something with!  The state has approved us to be adoptive parent's.  Our chance of finding our family will now be put in the hands of the Department of Homeland Security, and the children ministry of Hungary.

On Wednesday we drove into Phoenix to meet with our social worker and pick up our official notarized copies. She told us that the courts actually kicked back our home study twice before they even reviewed it.  She has been so great to work with, and even she didn't understands why every government agency has been against us in getting this finished.  From there, the first thing we did was google "Fedex" and went strait to send copies to to our placement agency so they can send them to be translated, and another copy to USCIS with our I-800a application to get that approval.

In typical google fashion it took us to the most random Fedex ever.  It was actually attached to the airport.  You drove all thew ay around to the shipping side of the airport, and were convinced we were in the wrong place. we timidly walked in, expected to be yelled at by someone official (it shared the same building with boarder patrol, it seemed so official.) only to find the nicest lady ever, and a mostly normal looking Fedex store.  We got everything packaged up, used the Delta shipping discount, and they were both overnighted.  It was the perfect location, because it saved us the travel time from a normal Fedex store to the airport, meaning we were able o overnight for even cheaper! I've never been more excited to hold sealed envelopes.

Both of our packages have already been received.  All of our documents should be getting scanned and sent to Hungary today to be translated, and we're waiting USCIS to generate our fingerprint appointments (for the 3rd time).  We are realistically 6 weeks away from being able to accept a referral for our child or children! We know there is no guarantee of when one will come, but just knowing we're ready for it when the time is right is a huge relief!


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

A Taste of Hungary

 One of my favorite things about living in the phoenix area, is there is so much to do.  It is a huge city compared to Salt Lake City, where we moved from almost two years ago.  For example, as of 2016 there are 193,744 people living in Salt Lake City.  Living there it always seemed like a decent number, we had no complaints. However, as of 2016 the city of Phoenix had an estimated 1,615,017 people living in it. The biggest perk of that is how many different organizations, churches, events, and concerts we get within just an hour or less of us.

As we impatiently patiently wait for our paperwork to make it through the government systems, we're trying to learn as much as we can about our future child's heritage, culture, and history.   Our hope is that we can keep the spirit of where they came from alive, and that they can always have a connection to where they came from.  Our adoption agency encouraged us to seek out people who are Hungarian, or have a connection to the culture.  My first thought was, "where am I going to meet people from a tiny Eastern European country in the middle of the desert?"  To my surprise, I stumbled on the First Hungarian Reformed Church in Phoenix.  I was blown away.  Not only are there plenty of people, I also could barely understand anything on their website as a lot of it is in Hungarian.  Even luckier for us, the hold multiple family events throughout the year. I noticed that they had a festival in a couple weeks, so we rearranged our schedules and were able to attend this past Saturday.

Cory enjoying the stuffed cabbage
We showed up around 1:00pm to the Taste of Hungary Fundraising Festival, and had no idea what to expect.  The first thing that struck us was how many people were there! That little side street was packed. We drove up and down a few times trying to find parking, but all we can could think about was good everything smelled. Seriously, the smell was coming through our air conditioning vents.  It was the best thing I have smelled in my life.  Once we were in, everyone was so nice and welcoming.  The thing that struck us the most was how many people were speaking Hungarian (or Magyar as they call it)!  This was our first time really hearing the language outside of the little phrases on our apps.  It is definitely the most confusing thing I've ever heard.  I have very little hope for understanding anything in two months we are living in Hungary.  We did buy a Hungarian phrase book and dictionary while there from Magyar Marketing, and Cory hasn't put it down since.  I'm lucky to have him.  He's already starting to memorize phrases while I'm stuck over here on just knowing the word egy (it the number 1). The wonderful lady with Magyar Market was so happy to talk to us about how excited we were to travel there.  Everyone was so nice, welcoming, and put up with us even though we looked incredibly confused most of the time.

I sadly didn't get to eat any bread, but I did get a pickle!
Those are full of goulash and soup. 
Now, the most important part was the food.  I can't believe we didn't take more pictures!  It was like I had died and gone to heaven with all the food we ate.  They had different types of goulash, cabbage rolls, different sausages, fisherman's soup, pastries, and i'm sure more things we didn't even notice. I had a bean and pork goulash that I was supposed to share with Cory, but pretty much consumed on my own that was a dream.  The cabbage rolls and sausage were battling it out for first place though. I don't know what spices they use, but they were good!I think I could have stayed and eaten all day.  Each time we were able to order food, eat it, and watch different types of entertainment.  They had singers, musicians, and dancers up on the stage. Though most of the time were listening for adults and children speaking Hungarian.  I think we could have sat and listened to the kids all day, even though we had no idea what they were saying. 

It was such an awesome experience.  If you ever find yourself in the Phoenix area when one of their events are taking place, I highly suggest you go! Better yet, do your own google search and find out what cultures and religions are in your own town.  I bet they have delicious food too.  We left feeling so excited to bring home our child, and share with them their culture.  We hope to be in attendance to to every Taste of Hungary festival from now until the end of time!

Monday, March 5, 2018

I Get By WIth A Little Help From My Friends.

Guys, February was rough.  Both Cory and I spend February in what seemed like a deep fog.  We ended January with the promise of a finished home study, only to find out about a week later that we were looking at mid march at the earliest to have it finished.  We were supposed to finished in November! This news sent me on a quick downward spiral.  A few days after that, out of no fault to any of them, I had four different Facebook friends announce their pregnancies on the same day.  It hit me like a ton of bricks.  For the first time in my life I didn't want to leave my own house.  I just wanted to sit there, with my cat, and cry.  The combination of the two things combined did something to me that I never expected to happen.  I actually felt depressed.

It is no ones fault, and I am happy for each of our friends that are getting to welcome new little ones into their home.  I think that was just the tipping point.  So much doubt started going through my head.  Are we doing the right thing? Should we have taken more chances with infertility care? Was this all a big mistake? I just kept spiraling further and further.  It brought me to a fact that I'm still struggling with today.  I am so excited for this adoption to take place, and i want my family so badly, but how do I deal with the fact that for my family to begin, someone else's has to end?

When we were doing our adoption training, one thing really stuck out to me.  When learning about grieving and loss, it talked about how all adoptions start with loss on all ends.  A birth mother losing their child, and child losing their birth family, and the loss of an adoptive family losing the chance of a biological child.  It tried to teach that because adoptions are often times born from loss, they can become something even more special.  I've been feeling this weight so heavy lately. I know somewhere out there a birth mother has or is making the ultimate sacrifice for their child and our family.  I'm just trying to learn how to not feel guilty about it.

As February moved on, it dragged.  We were teased later in the month that our home study was finished and we could finally pick it up.  We were so excited! I called our social worker the next day, only to find out that she jumped the gun and we still have to wait till hopefully mid march to have it in our hands and move on to the next step.  The world came crashing down all over again. 

Our Disneyland Annual Passes expired at the end of February, and that was not helping me my mood either! Thankfully we had made plans with friends to go one last time, our last time going without our children. The last time before everything changed.  The week leading up to it I found myself wanting to just sit at home and be sad. I didn't even have to desire to go to Disneyland.  That is an entirely new emotion for me.  It's my second home, my retreat, yet for some reason it seemed like so much work. I didn't feel emotionally capable of going.  I was so worried that I just wouldn't be able to handle seeing all the happy families on their Disney Vacations. None the less, you never pass up a Disney trip (especially one that's been paid for), and I'm sure glad I didn't!


I don't think I'll ever be able to thank our friends enough for that trip.  It was seriously the perfect trip.  I couldn't have asked for anything better.  It was so needed, and so appreciated.  I don't know if anyone knew how much we were struggling, but thanks to everyone's support I think we'll be ok. We were able to let lose, have fun, and actually talk about our adoption in a fun light again.  It made me hopeful of the day we can bring our kids to this place we love so much, and hopefully with the people that we love so much.



At one point we were walking around, and I don't even remember what we were doing or what we were talking about.  Without hesitating someone mentioned something about us coming back with our kids with their "Uncle Greg, Uncle Jason, and Uncle Ben."  I couldn't even tell you the context, and it's something no one else probably remembers, but it seriously meant so much to me. It made me hopeful and excited once again.  The fact that these people are excited right a long side with us, and are already accepting us as a family made my heart soar.  As it always is, it turned out to be the little moments that meant the most.  I didn't once look at another family and feel jealous or jaded (a common feeling for me lately).  I just felt happy for being in the place I love with people I love.

Days are still hard, but we've come home from our trip excited again.  We talk about the adoption and we daydream about what it will be like when we finally get to see the first pictures of our little one, something we haven't done in a while.  I'm back to excessively researching and constantly searching #internationaladoption on Instagram.  I'm once again excited for that day in mid march when we can close this portion of our adoption, and start the next. I'm dreaming of dropping our I-800A application in the mailbox, and dreaming even more of our final clearance and then the words "we have a match for you."














Monday, February 12, 2018

One step forward, three steps back.

It's amazing to think that we are already a month into 2018.  It has been a whirlwind of a month in the Gifford home.  We started this year with the mantra of "everything happens for a reason" and have been determined to stick with it, even though my patience is thin.  

All in all, we've already had quite the year.  We started January off with a trip to see our family in Utah, which ended with a fundraiser at Pizza Pie CafĂ© in Layton.  We can not thank everyone enough for all the support you gave us that night!  As we walked into the building at 5:30pm, I told Cory how afraid I was the no one was going to show up.  As luck would have it, people had already beaten us there!  There were so many people who showed up that night, later in the week, or just reached out to us letting us know they wished they could be there. So many took time out of their busy lives to come see us and tell us you're behind us. People we hadn't seen in years took the time out of their day, and it means so much to us. 

We sadly didn't remember to take picture till the end of the night, so this doesn't even represent 1/4 of the people that were there! 

The following week we were able to do a fundraiser at our local Someburro's here in Queen Creek, AZ.  As worried as I was about the Utah fundraiser, this one I was sure no one would attend.  We're still new here and feel like we know no one.  Once again I was amazed at the friends, family, and co-workers that showed up just to show us their support.  Just as the other one, people we hadn't seen in years were there to have a burrito and help us start our family.

Between the two fundraisers, we were able to raise enough to cover the last part we needed of our next set of fees.  I know I've said thank you a million times, but truly, thank you. We appreciate and need your support more than I think anyone who hasn't done this can understand. This has been a harder and lonelier process than we every could have imagined.  Our lives are in the hands of unseen faces.  We're waiting for people we've never met to decide if we're fit parents, to decided if we're worthy, and just take the time to put a stamp on a piece of paper.

We were told we would have a finished home study by the end of November, and here we are, February 12th with still no home study.  We finally were told it was finished in mid January, only to find out we were missing a few documents.  Since I had paid taxes in California in 2010 (My one semester doing the Disney College Program) and Georgia taxes in 2014 (2 months living in an airport Marriott for Delta training) we have to go back and submit child abuse clearances for those two states.  Each of those can take up to 6 weeks.  From there, we still need our national immigration clearance which takes between 4-8 weeks, but an average of six.  Our hope of being all finished with our adoption by the end of this year seems further and further away.  It has been heartbreaking.

Everyday we just remind ourselves "everything happens for a reason."  We are still so far away from meeting our financial goals, and currently don't even have enough money to finish the adoption.  As painful as each day without change is, it gives us more time to save and prepare for the child or children coming into our home.  We often feel out of control and in a life that just refuses to move with us.  What a test of patience this is becoming, and I feel like we haven't even gotten to the hard parts.  Some day's I feel like The Little Engine that Could; "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.... not lose my patents and beat up government agencies." At least I think that's how the story goes, I'm just paraphrasing here.