We met another adoptive mama submitting her final visa paperwork,
preparing to take her baby home.
What sweet bliss!
We were at the U.S. Embassy for quite some time . . . 3 hours?
The boys were great
and it really felt good to be doing something productive for our process.
The boys played for a bit while we prepared for the drive to Fondwa.
Turns our that machins (mah-sheens) are universal.
Man, was that a good call on this mama's part.
Dimitry seemed anxious to take us to the orphanage,
but we found out that he really just had to find his boys to show off the machines :)
Oh yeah, snacks (ti manje) are also universal: no language barrier with boys and food.
The babies have grown and the older girls are now young ladies, but somehow, our little group of guys are the same - Samuel, Michel, Davidson, Jed and Johnny.
Such a handsome crew.
A lot of the boys joined us for dinner after cleaning up.
Grant's appetite is waning . . . the heat? fatigue? more beans and rice??
Oh, our "peach" son ran into some unexpected drama while I showered.
He was following after the boys, but went back for something and tried to catch up.
He took a wrong turn and headed towards the school instead of the orphanage where we assumed they went.
For any of you that know Fondwa, you understand what a big deal this is.
Our little American quickly became afraid and ran faster when so many strangers tried to stop him.
Imagine that, he looked a bit out of place ;)
Anyway, long story made short: Eric wasn't too far behind him,
thanks to an elderly gentleman who recognized the resemblance.
From the sound of it, I'm not sure who's heart rate was faster on that hot, dirt road.
I'm assuming it was one of those If I wasn't so relieved and you weren't so scared (with so many witnesses), I may have killed you for running off.
At dinner,
Dimitry told the boys he is going to the United States on Saturday.
Oh Boy
How we wish you were little man.
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