My agency, Holt International, is working hard to get us to China earlier, but it is likely that we will not get to China any earlier than December 16th. This is bittersweet news. We have a date to fall back on and our agency is planning this before we have travel approval, which is wonderful. The down side is if we were going to any other province, we could be heading out on Dec. 2nd and returning in plenty of time to be home for Christmas. So unless the actual director of the agency can pull some strings for us, we will be gone over Christmas and miss my little girl's 7th birthday.
So I'm praying for favor with the public affairs office in our province. (They are hard to schedule with.) And so I'm asking for a Christmas miracle. I want to be home for Christmas, with my Jada in my arms.
This shames me as I have scoffed that someone would make it their goal to have their kids home by a certain date because of the absolute (ridiculous) uncertainty about adoption. Yet here I am eating some humble pie, and begging God to let us bring her home by Christmas. You see this was never my plan. I thought that the adoption would be completed last summer, but as we moved through this process it slowed to a screeching halt for a couple of months. So no more scoffing for me.
And I'm praying for a Christmas miracle.