Our story....part 7

Those few days were delightful.  Each morning from 10:00 to 12:00 we would spend with our little girl.

Each afternoon from 1:00 to 3:00 we would spend with our little boy.

They were at two different baby homes with at least an hour of driving between them.  That was one long hour.  Anyone who has ever been to Russia knows exactly what I am talking about.  Much of our drive was through downtown Vlad, traffic was absolutely terrible (what was supposed to be three lanes of traffic was made into at least five...sometimes more), accidents were narrowly avoided, brakes were nailed multiple times, and nausea fought with feeling well.  My method of defense was to sleep.....meaning I missed out on much of the scenery.

But sleep meant that I was with it enough to enjoy our children-to-be.

Addie never did really smile for us the whole time that we were there...which was all of four days.  She showed hardly any emotion at all.  In fact the one smile that we coaxed out of her on day three was more of a grimace than a smile.  She really didn't know what to make of the strange people who came to see her, claiming that they were her mama and papa.

Will?  He whimpered around a bit when we first were alone with us.  He looked at us out of the corners of his eyes.  But he was too full of life to allow a couple strange people to hinder his fun.  There was far too much to do.  Peeking under rugs.  Darting down the hallway that everyone told him to stay out of.  Riding in the big car.  Throwing balls.  And finally sitting still and sucking the thumb on one hand and a finger on the other as it was nearing naptime.

Day four came way too quickly.  Our hearts stayed in Russia when we flew out on day five.  The last thing we wanted to do was leave our children there while we came home. 

We didn't think the wait would be too bad, though.  After all, it was estimated that we would return in 6-8 weeks. 

Four months later, we touched down in Russia, prepping for a court date.