Prayers and a little Pat Benatar

Wednesday, October 17

(Dana posting AGAIN...c'mon Neil, I thought we were supposed to share this duty!)

Mind picture for the day: We're sitting at dinner as I write. Vlad Motor Inn restaurant. White linen tablecloths. Formal silver settings. "Rock Me Amadeus" blasting out of the speaker overhead. Eating Pickled Herring "Under Fur Coat". Delicious....honestly.

Today was fairly uneventful. We woke up to solid sheets of rain. Gotta love the sound of rain in the dark early morning hours...especially as a drought-ridden Coloradan. We got ready to see our girl again and drove through flooded streets to get there. Since today would obviously be an inside play day I brought all that I had in my arsenal. She came joyfully this time. She beamed. She recognizes us and we appear to bring her at least a portion of the joy that she brings us.

We jumped in the ball pit, she loved it. We colored. We looked at books and ate crackers together. We held our breath with her as we watched her suck down an entire juice box in one solid gulp. I pulled out a foam puzzle board with numbers cut out of it. She readily started to push out the numbers once I showed her that that was okay. Once they were all out I mixed them up and sat back. She looked at me, looked at the numbers, bent over in her amazingly limber way and started picking them up one by one and putting them in the right spots. We celebrated with her in her brilliance as only a parent can. It was another good day...no, a great day.

Once home we started to prepare for court. Tomorrow is the big day. Court begins at 10:00 am (7 pm EST) and can last anywhere from 1-5 hours from what we have been told. Neil will be expected to answer almost all of the questions. Dasha will translate on our behalf. The judge will deliberate and finally come back with a decision--a decision that will effect the rest of sweet Angelica's life, a decision that will effect the rest of our lives.

Why do you want to adopt? Why adopt from Russia? What about the American woman who sent her child back with a one way plane ticket.....she adopted from this region, from this courthouse...what do you think of that? What religion are you? Do you fight? What do you do in your free time? What is your mortgage payment? What will your other kids think? ...................

Yep, it all comes down to this.

We don't know how it will all turn out but fortunately we don't need to. The creator of the universe, the great God who made Kyla and who loves her already knows the answer. We just get to ride on the wave He has already set in motion.

So, in the brilliant poetics of Pat Benatar:

"Ht me with your best shot. Fire away."

We are ready.

Ready to tell them that we love this little girl.

Ready to tell them that we love her motherland and the culture that has shaped her.

Ready to tell them that we love the mother that made an incredibly difficult and loving decision to allow another mother to have her child.

Ready to tell them that it is NO coincidence that out of 6.9 billion people in the world we were led to this one precious soul 5,705 miles away.

Bring it on. Hit me with your best shot. Fire away.

Didn't Pat Benatar sport an awesome frizzed out hairdo? Maybe I'll try that in court tomorrow.....nah, I'll leave that one up to Neil.

 

(Seriously, please pray, we appreciate your prayers.)

 

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