Going to the Dentist

It’s been a long time eh? Well, I refuse to feel guilty about not writing here – because sheesh, that’s just plain crazy! However, you may or may not be pleased to know that I compose blog posts in my head daily, sometimes multiple times a day, the thoughts just don’t make it to the keyboard. Some of my friends are really great at verbal processing (yup I’m talking about you Emie :)– that’s just not me and I’m learning to be ok with that. I prefer to process process process and then spit it all out – and if it makes it to the keyboard, well then, lucky you:). That’s all fine and dandy when it comes to inconsequential things like a blog. Life though, is about unfinished stories and more questions than answers. Again, I’m learning to be ok with that :).

There has been a lot going on in the past 4ish months – a lot of emotionally consuming things. Pardon my vagueness, but a lot is family related and not appropriate blog fodder. Regardless, that combined with our adoption adventures leaves me feeling spent. Which brings me to the title of this post . . .

We’ve been in this whole adoption process A LONG TIME! In my head/heart I know that it’s been a long time but there are a few things that naggingly remind us of the long timeness. Strangely enough, the most annoying one for both Geoff and I happens to be going to the dentist. We are fortunate enough (lucky? blessed?) to have dental insurance and with that comes two free cleanings per year . . . which comes with a chatty hygienist (bless her heart – she really is wonderful). Our dentist is great – I mean that sincerely – He’s the best dentist I’ve had, ever. They make sure that you have the same hygienist every time – you know so that they can keep notes on you about the little things that they talk to you about while they pick at your teeth and all the questions that they ask that you try to answer between gagging, using that spit sucker thing and trying to rinse the gritty junk that they clean your teeth with. Frankly, it’s hard enough to answer questions like, “How’s Jaron doing?” or “Do you still go to Southgate?” with two hands in your mouth. But then come the big dogs, “Do you have those kids yet?” and “What is taking so long?”. Uh . . . can I spit please?

So here we are in May – August will round out three years that we have been in this process. After I go to the dentist on Tuesday, that will be my 6^th visit (unless I mysteriously get ill . . . I’ve been thinking about it) since we started down this Burundi path. When every day people ask – the ones who love us and pray faithfully for us - that doesn’t get old (ok – truth, sometimes that is hard too – but these people know more of the play by play and there’s not 6 months of stuff to catch them up on). It’s these markers like the dentist that remind me of the length of time that has passed – that remind me that my kids are wearing 3T, soon to be 4T clothes instead of 12 mo, 18 mo, 24 mo . . .

I don’t know how much longer it will be before we get to smother our kids with love. I just don’t know. Some days it feel like we’re on the brink – other days . . . .

So back to the beginning – I don’t feel guilty about not posting on this blog, however I do feel as though I have deprived you, my faithful checkeruppers of the opportunity to know what is happening so you can pray. On that note: Our file is at the Ministry of Solidarity – there is one guy there (who shall remain nameless) who has our file. His job is to analyze our file and hand it off to the courts. Our file is complete – it has everything that it needs for him to analyze it. He just needs to DO HIS JOB!!! Once the file goes to court then there is only a specific length of time that they can hold on to it before they give the Adoption Decree. Then, we go – we go get our two preschoolers. This guy – he’s had our file for months now. We need him to sign it. The end.

My newest motto is “One day closer”. I am confident that God knows the exact day that we will meet our kids. Every day that passes without them is one day closer to the time when we go get them. And I will close with this:

In other news: the littlest kiddo turns 2 in two weeks – I’ll be sure to post an update on him here soon