We Have Tickets!
And yes, I mean all THREE of us! (On the way back, anyway). Wow. In one month, we’ll be in China. We won’t have Lina yet, but we’ll be madly distracting ourselves in Beijing, counting down the minutes. According to the timeframe we’ve been given, we’ll get Lina on Sunday, November 13th. I can’t believe I just typed that.
I’ve waited so long to have this day to mark on my calendar… but now that I have it, I’m not sure what to write down. Many families call it “Gotcha Day.” I’m not a huge fan of that phrase, but I don’t have anything snappy and jargony to replace it with. I do like the idea of recognizing that day in general, though, and I’m sure we will do that. We’ll figure something out. Right now, there are no words in any language I know that can describe That Day. Will someone really hand her to us? Will they entrust her life to us?
November 13th. Most of you will be sleeping when, in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province, in the People’s Republic of China, an eight month old baby girl is gently handed from caretaker to waiting parents. Eight months earlier, her birthparents made the most difficult decision anyone can make, held her for the last time, and whispered their hopes and dreams to her and to us. We heard them, we’re coming. We are almost there.