Thank you for each one of your comments and your prayers, they are working. I got up this morning and I have a calm and peace that I know can only come from God.
Because I am basically a postive person, and also know I have the love and support of my family, friends, and my God, this will sustain me and allow me to move forward to write on a more positive note.
My trip to Kiev was quite an event. Twelve hours in a cab with my favorite taxi driver Genna, you have to love a guy who everytime he sees you, kisses your hand with a theatrical flourish, and ushers you into his cab, I feel like Cinderella. He is a character that deserves his own story but that will have to wait until another time. He brought another driver so they could trade off driving. We left at 9 at night so we could get to the Embassy sometime in the morning. I have had Sveta translating for me continually so I never gave a thought to bringing my translation dictionary along. That is, until I had to go to the restroom. Now if you don't like potty talk please skip the next two paragraphs, but it was such an intregral and mostly funny part of my trip that I just have to tell it. You can call it the lighter but necessary side of life.
A few hours into the trip I asked for the toilet expecting a, da da, meaning they understood my request. WHAT? They were both acting like they didn't understand. Remember what I told you about how terrible I am at languages. Well, this is a perfect example, toilet in Russian is the same word as in English, except with a little more accent. So I repeated myself a little louder, still no understanding. Genna starts to get his cell phone out and dials I don't know how many different people trying to find someone who can understand what this crazy American is trying to say. I tried to call Sveta but by then we were in a dead zone for cell phones. Out of desperation I had even resorted to making water noises in the backseat in hopes that understanding would dawn, but to no avail. My 6th graders would have been proud!
We didn't stop and I learned a lesson in endurance. When we did stop at a gas station, no toilet in any language. So I stumbled out into complete darkness behind a building and placed natures call in tall weeds that gave cover and I prayed not some other biting crawling things. By the next stop it was daylight and they pointed to an outhouse of sorts. This thing looks like a rusted box! The door creaks open and the inside has tons of spider webs and other crawly insects. There is a hole in the ground for where the toilet should be, you stand on either side of this hole, but the problem is almost the whole floor is rusted through and you could see daylight about 10 feet down. I was so glad at this moment I hadn't eaten that extra bowl of pelmini, because from the looks, even one extra oz could have caused a plunge into the abyss never to be seen or heard from again. It was like walking a roulette game, one had to test the floor to see if it would be strong enough to hold before taking another step. Then once I achieved that goal, I realized I then had to pivot around in this tiny box so I could be facing the right way, every move made the box sway. Desperate situations calls for desperate measures, so I took my chances. Once in there I realized the door doesn't lock and this gas station is full of men. I held my nose, my pants and the door, while trying to maintain my balance and prayed the floor would not give way before I could exit. Then I laughed, if my friends could see me now!
We arrived in Kiev mid morning and I went in to get my fingerprints done by a very sweet young man. He explained to me that this happens all the time to families, fingerprints expire and they get updated at the wrong office because they didn't know or weren't informed. Very proudly he tells me that he has never had to redo a set of fingerprints after they are sent to the embassy in Washington. I thought, well you haven't worked with me, so I ask what happens if they aren't clear. I have already figured out how the odds are stacked against me on things going right the first, and even the second time, and what if Washington doesn't accept them? He matter of factly states, "then you come back to Kiev and get them redone and start the process again." Now this is not the thing to say to someone who has just spent the last 12 hours in the back seat of a taxi with little sleep. I stood there looking at him with my mouth hanging open, but what I saw was me rushing over grabbing him under the lapels of his shirt with his feet dangling off the floor, my crazed face up against his saying something along the lines of, if you wish to see your next birthday you will get these right!! Oh don't worry, In reality I just looked at him and said, please get these right, with a smile that if you looked closely enough had just a little bit of a menancing tone to it :) Just kidding, I was nice, after all my fingerprints are in his control.
On my way out I saw a lady holding the most gorgeous little blonde DS girl of about 4 or 5. I asked her if she was adopting and she said she was the grandmother, her daughter had just adopted this little girl. I asked if it was through Reeces Rainbow and she said yes it was. I told her that is where we found our Lena. I got called up just about the time I was going to ask her name so we didn't go any further but it was such joy in my heart to have had that small connection.
I will tell you about my trip back on another post!