Adoption Calisthenics & It's Time For Me (Us) To Fly!

If adoptions were calisthenics, I would look like this guy:

Why you ask? Well, let's just say there are a lot of ups and downs and things that stretch you uncomfortably when going through the adoption process. Case in point: After last weekend in Chicago, we've been anxiously awaiting the call to book the plane tickets to leave, and we were hoping that we'd leave this weekend or for sure by next week. So the call comes yesterday and the presentation date (the date we would receive Will into our family) is on April 5. HUH?!?!? I think I heard wrong... April 5? You mean, three weeks from now April 5? Really? Strrrretcchhh. But it was true. The date we were given to receive Will was April 5th, 3 weeks from now. Hard to believe, and even harder to understand why we had to wait so long when everything was in order on this end.

So Beck and I quickly tried to figure out how we could change the minds of the powers-that-be and do everything possible to leave earlier. But we were told that usually, once the presentation date has been given, it's very difficult to get changed. But we had to try- we couldn't bear the thought of Will being down there by himself, so we did a couple things to get outta Dodge earlier.

And it worked! Beck called me at work this morning to give me the GREAT news- our presentation date has been moved up to March 23rd- they said "pack your bags, you need to be in country by Monday!" Sssstretchhhhh.

So it's Time For Us to Fly (thanks Reo Speedwagon, and how many of you just sang that chorus in your head? :)), and we couldn't be more stoked. We're frantically booking plane tickets, hotels, and packing (and packing, and packing, and packing. 6 big ol' bags worth.). The wait is almost over, finally, and as Ally said: "Jesus said it's time to go get Will! Jesus said it's time to go get Will!" Ahhh, the beauty of a 4 year old's mind. While we're frantic with all of the details and often forget that it's always been His time and not ours, she reminds us that Jesus said it's time to go- not Mommy, not Daddy, not anyone else. His timing is perfect, isn't it? Even when we feel that painful sssstretcchhhhh.

Watch for another post or two before we leave. I'm warming up my blogging hands and will do my best to post every day while we're there. Can't wait, and hope you are blessed in some way by our journey to Will.

Love to all-

Scott, Becky, Ally, and (Almost there now!) Will