Long, long tough day.
In all honesty, I don't think I can re-live it on this keyboard right now. And as Eugene would say, "At the end of the day..."
We have her birth certificate and adoption decree, we have applied for her ID number and passport, and have everything notarized.
There are just a few more things to do in the morning and then the greatest thing that could possibly happen... I'm bustin' little girl out.
TOMORROW is Gotcha Day!!
Friends, this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I'm about to tuck my tail between my legs and possibly throw up, but I don't have a choice...
If you've been reading for a while, you know that "Mr.Generous" donated his frequent flyer miles to cover our trip. It was more than enough to get us here and back and we just cannot say 'thank you' enough.
Unfortunately, the first Delta flight outta here (after our embassy appt) is not until Saturday the 25th. I cannot stay that long. I just can't. It might not seem like a few days makes that much difference... it does. I know by putting this out there, I have to brace myself for more of the "you signed up for this" comments, but unless you've been here and done this on your own, you just won't get it. I have tried very hard to stay positive and be strong, but I need to come home. As soon as possible.
In order to do that, we are going to have to book a flight on another airline. And we need your help.
The day we met Annie and the day we passed court, making her our's, we had well OVER 200 people indicate that they were celebrating with us. If only 60 of you gave $10 each, we could pay for a ticket home.
You KNOW I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to.
I'm sick over it.
I NEED TO COME HOME.
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I promise I will make you the best cupcakes you've ever had when I get back. I am not even kidding.