I've been quiet. The last 11 weeks have been . . . blank. Just a low, dull hum that has filled my mind with nothing to say. We've done ALOT in the last 11 weeks. My husband and boys went on a mission trip to an orphanage in Mexico, we did minor construction on our home, Jack played soccer, Luke entertained us, Roman has been trained to be the most awesome dog who ever graced the planet, we did school and everyday life, had wonderful company come to visit and last but not least Vince and I took an amazing trip to Playa del Carmen to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary while Super Jan (my mom, aka GranJan watched the boys.) And yet, it's been out of focus, like looking at life with the wrong contacts in your eyes. (Yes, I have real life experience with that.)

Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING has been wrapped up in the idea and reality of Semere & Yordanos coming to our family, becoming part of us, living in our house, settling in, learning English, bonding, and how in the world that was all going to happen one day in our home, right here in Peoria, Arizona. Everything is about to change.

Tomorrow, we have reasonable expectations that our adoption file will land in a pile in the US embassy in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. At that point, the US embassy will look over our files and decide what happens next. There are actually a few options that we know about.

Option #1: The embassy decides our file is in order, no more questions need to be asked, and we PASS immediately within a few days.

Option #2: The embassy will see our file, and within a few days to a few weeks ask for an interview from any living relatives of our children.

Option #3: The embassy will look at our file and decide they need more info, and send the file back to our agency.

Option #4: The embassy will decide they need help with our file, and send it to another embassy in Nairobi, Kenya for further review.

Option #5: ?? The embassy could say something completely new that has never been said before in the history of adoption, and we will decide what to do from there.

Our preference would be option #1. Option #2 is the most likely scenario, as that is what has been happening to almost everyone in front of us. If that is the case, they will schedule the interview somewhere in the next 4 weeks. We will travel . . . at some point.

Tonight, while I am going to lay my head down in sleep, I am praying that 2 files with the names Semere Dorazio & Yordanos Dorazio are being delivered to the US Embassy. I am praying that the person who opens their files has eyes to see that my children need to come home . . . now. They have the power to pass our cases within a matter of days. This is my prayer. I won't lie and tell you I think that is going to happen. It's not the norm, so I am setting my "reasonable' expectations at an interview with a living relative at some point, and Vince and I getting on an airplane within the next month.

But, my hope, my dream, my prayer during my sleepless night is that we pass. I'm not ready, Semere's bed isn't even here yet, but he won't care. Yordano's needs some more clothes and I need to put up some more food in the freezer. I will order pizza for a month if they can come home now, I just don't care anymore.

In the words of Anne of Green Gables, “I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.” I'm a glass half full kind of girl, and I won't pray or dream of anything less tonight. I'm ready for whatever awaits in the morning.

Good night sweet children, mama's coming!