Since We've Came Home

It has been a really busy week. We got home at probably 2 a.m.Sunday morning. I had to work Monday and Tuesday. By Tuesday afternoon I was wiped out. I was having trouble getting to sleep because of the time change. Finally we got a good nights sleep and were beginning to feel better. Wednesday the youngest boys had a field trip to the pumpkin patch. Wednesday night our oldest son had a football game. I stayed up that night to finish my daughters Senior Soccer Collage. Thursday I slept in and did some chores, then Thursday night was my daughters Senior night at her soccer game. Then I had to work again today. Needless to say it has been a busy week. It's good to be home. I missed my kids, but my heart is breaking for my little babies across the sea. I have emails for what paperwork is ahead of us. Boy does it feel overwhelming, but it can be done. After all, we have two faces to connect to every t crossed and i dotted. There is a absolute, real, concrete reason to do these papers. They are not fictional or a dream. There are two little girls living their lives out in an orphanage that need a family. That is the reason the paperwork has to be done.

Many people has asked what the country was like. It was different. The food was good, but different. The people didn't smile much in public, but the ones close to you do. They have Coke and Pepsi. They drive really fast...I mean really fast. Sometimes making up their own rules I think. They do dress in darker clothing, but they do wear colors. What I found fascinating was the huge heels a lot of the women wear. Also, they eat meat and cheese with every meal. Seriously, I could get used to that. That's one thing I don't get...how do a lot of the women stay so thin?? Please, give me the details. In the city it is really busy and fast paced, but when leaving the city you see farms and land. We even went by a farm where they were digging up potatoes by hand. We saw some really neat monuments of times present and past, but I cannot really say because I do not want to take any chances. Someday I will explain what I saw.

I have been thinking a lot about the girls. How I absolutely hate that they are in an orphanage. How I hate how they don't have their own things. How I hate that they have lived their lives without a family. How I hate that they don't get rocked to sleep at night and have to soothe themselves in whatever way they find soothing. How sometimes its survival of the fittest. How I hate that people can't see them for the God given gifts that they are. Then I remember that although I hate these things, I cannot really judge someone or another country for the way they do things. Do I think it's right? No. Do I like it? No. Do I wish it could be different? Yes.

We used a great deal of our fsp for our first trip. I am not sure what we need to finish our adoption money wise. I haven't had time to figure it out. I am going to try and sit down on Tuesday to figure it up. I will post it here for the ones that want to know. We love our little girls so much. I cannot imagine our lives without them. For the ones that question why we don't adopt here. We have. It's not about where a child is from for us. It's about the plain and simple fact that if they don't find a family to be adopted, they are transferred. They lose their chance as they get older to find a family. There are no second chances. Adoption into a family or no other choice. Children with special needs and adult with special needs have a place here. For me, that is all that matters. I want my girls to have a family and a place...just like they have found a place in our hearts.