Our daughter has a US VISA!!!!
Now, if someone had told me a year ago that this document would take a full year to obtain, I would have been overwhelmed with the thought. But that is how it happened…slowly…days inched into weeks…weeks inched into months as we waited.
And, now, here we are. At what should be a point of rejoicing and celebrating and frantic packing and car-seat purchasing and last-minute room preparing.
We continue to wait.
We have no idea how much longer this waiting will last. To be honest, some days are so full of hope and anticipation of the miracle in store, every fiber of my being knows that the moment that plane touches down on US soil with our daughter tucked safely inside is coming soon. Other days, the possibility seems ridiculous and naïve. As if the beaurocratic nightmare where our case is stuck doesn’t exist. I allow myself to wallow in the fact that the innocent prayers of my three year-old’s for “their sister to come home soon” may never happen.
Today is an in-between day. Not full of hope. Not in the pit of despair. Just breathing. Continuing to stand in this in-between place. In-between the plans for the future. In-between plans for the holidays. Will we travel to Florida or stay home because of the possibility that a miracle could happen and we could bring her home? Should I finish decorating her room or just leave the piles of clothes and toys and boxes for another day? It feels too much to ponder today.
Thankful for her VISA. Thankful for another step behind us. Yet, full of the knowledge that the clock is ticking until this document too will expire.
In the meantime, we will wait. We will pray. We will hold onto hope.