Paper-pregnant works for me. I think I just might be in paper-labor right now!
The family room floor is my office, littered/organized with stacks of paper that must be wrangled with to bring home our son.
I am notarized (thank goodness beloved’s administrative assistant is one); certified—no wise cracks here (by the county clerk to prove notary is who she says she is); and authenticated X 2 (Secretary of State and Department of State). But wait, there’s more! My beloved is walking the document into the Chinese Embassy for the greatest and final step…a piece of paper that is approved by the government that is caring for our precious boy.
We dropped our regular home-school rhythm yesterday and embraced an impromptu field trip to Annapolis. We stood in the very spot where George Washington addressed the 2nd Continental Congress! American History came alive!
I woke up with my beloved husband this morning to send him off to D.C. with the precious documents, packed him coffee and energy bars and kissed him out the door.
I remembered that we are blessed to live in a part of the country where it is feasible to do all this certifying and authenticating and DC driving ourselves, unlike most other adoptive families.
So today, in the midst of paper-chasing hell (it’s my labor!), I am choosing to focus on the prize, the little life that exists in Zhoukou Welfare Institute today. I will fold the mountain of laundry that I swear had babies of its own overnight. I will savor the morning of learning at home with two lovely young ladies. We will pray for Daniel Levi Melton. And I’ll probably get started on that I-864 federal form that will be needed for the trip to China; I think our tax records for 2010 and 2011 are just over there in that pile…
This is how we roll in the land of paper-pregancies.