The Journey that never ends
I remeber when I learned to swim that my father and sister would have their arms out for me as they moved further and further back. Eventualy the frustration lead to me take the risk and swim the extra distance. I would like to belive that this applies to our current situation as our confidence as new parents grows. Unfortunately the finish line mover does not have a loving face or even a name except buracracy. We were informed tonight that Emerson's passport has been held up in Astana and will not arive in Almaty until tomorrow night. Unfortunately we needed it by 3pm for the Embassy visit. What we are faced with is hoping that we are able to get seats for Thursday morning and that all will go well at the US Embassy on Wednesday Afternoon. TO say that we are ready to be home is an understatment, yet as with most things in this process we don't have a whole lot of control. I will do my best to keep you udated of the progress.
posted by Karon @ 7:54 AM
5 Comments:
Big (((HUGS))) to all of you as you go through this process. I know it's easier to say "be patient" than it is to do so but try to keep it all in perspective. You'll be home soon and all the bureaucratic b.s. will be behind you and a long forgotten memory. What you WILL remember is your time there with Emerson, all the beautiful friendships you made, and the beauty of exploring a new country.
We are SO proud of you for having the courage to take this journey to find your son. Hang in there for just a little longer. More (((HUGS))).
Love Kendall and Amy
Keep on hanging on-you are almost there, by this time next week you should be sleeping in your own beds:-) I know a one day delay can seem like a lifetime. I thought my last week in rehab would go on forever and when we drove out of the parking lot I cried huge tears of releif and you will to and wonder whered that came from. We can't hardly stand the wait but we will and so will you and like Amy says that won't be the part you remember.
Love,
Jim and Beth
You have met the enemy, and he is Form 6413 in Triplicate.
Take a deep breath and remember the old serenity prayer about having peace to accept what you cannot change, courage to change what you can and the wisdom (and patience) to know the difference. I think government bureaucracy definitely falls into the "cannot change" category.
Use the time to smell a few more flowers and touch a few more trees... and you'll be home before you know it.
We're anxious to see you, but will be happy whenever that is. Until then, remember it's usually the hardships and challenges of travel and adventure that make the best stories. You guys will have an arsenal of great yarns to tell after all you've been through!
Hang in there!!!
All our love,
Jeff and Christy
Grandmom and Poppa Decker say:
We are in fervent prayer for the swift end of delays and your immediate trip home. We will be at the airport with open arms and tos of hugs and tears..no matter what time of day or night.
Give Emerson a big hug and iss for us..
How's the diaper changing going, John? I remember changing yours..
counting the hours til we see you...
Dad and Carol..
Karon & John,
My name is Kim Woodard and I am from Atlanta, Georgia. We adopted our son from Pavlodar, Kazakhstan last summer. All of these bumps and bruises along the way are more than worth it!
We had a passport delay while we were in Almaty, also. We had a terrible time trying to get booked on another flight out on Lufstansa. We found it is not worth spending hours on the phone trying to get help. The best thing to do is to go to the Lufstansa office at the airport--not the one in town. We were told over the phoneit was going to be 10 days until we were able to get booked on a flight and we were going to have to pay HUGE fees just to get on that flight! At the airport the people in the office were fantastic. The flight was booked, but the lady there assured us she would get us on...and she did. The fees were a lot less doing it that way, also!
If would like to e-mail me, my address is www.kimwoodard2003@yahoo.com
Good Luck!
Kim Woodard
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