Today we mailed off our application to the Great Wall China Adoption Agency, by far the most reputable and trusted organization among those dedicated solely to bringing American parents together with their Chinese babies.
There was something very ceremonial about the experience. Wanda and I held hands, and we each had a hand on the manilla envelope containing our application, our $250 application fee, and our long - cherished dream of a big, noisy family as we pushed that envelope through the mail slot at our local post office. I swear to you I could feel the rotation of the earth, and Wanda and I were at its center, as if for that one moment some signifigant amount of galactic attention was focused on us. We hugged for a long time after, and then went on to do some mundane shopping, but the geas to purchase wasn't on either of us tonight. Our energies were focused away.
We're a long way from being OK about what has gone before, but the thing we both know is that, if there is to be a big noisy family in this house (ok, big noisier family) this is our best route, and so we're taking it now. I have to believe that some time between now and, well, later ("When will then be now?" "Soon..."), we'll be ready to invest as much of ourselves into this process as we have in the process of trying to blend our own gene pools.
Right now, we're just fighting to survive.
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Fight on, my friends. There are a lot of invisible but present people fighting alongside you, and for you.
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