How do I even put into words news this hugely great?
As of today, we are a family of five! FIVE!
That’s so many! (Okay, I know it’s probably the American average in terms of family size, but to the formerly-three-us, it feels ginormous.)
Two excellent things happened today.
1. Nastja and Alosa told the orphan court today that they
are hardy enough to weather my super-sized neuroses would like to travel to the U.S. in continued pursuit of being adopted into our family.
2. Both of their student visas were approved by the America embassy in Riga.
Hot damn. (That’s not a cuss word if I write it in Latvia.)
Between the orphan court hearing and our embassy interview, we had the additional bonus of visiting Nastja’s school and meeting her teacher and class (completely by her invitation).
Joe: “I look like such a geek!”
Julia: “You really do!”
Something a little more tactful and supportive may have been in order. #badwifealert
Julia: “How many people do you know who can say they’ve experienced the inside of a Latvian orphan court–twice–and a real Latvian high school?”
1. We strongly suspect we’ve hit the jackpot.
2. Every bit of bizarro struggle we’ve endured to get here? Very freaking worth it.
3. We have three. THREE! And they rock.
Required vicarious celebratory activities for each and every one of you:
1. Do a happy dance. Preferably an ungainly one.
2. Drink a cocktail. Preferably one of generous proportion.
3. Eat a cookie. Or three. Or FIVE.