Praise God! This afternoon we braved the ancient hallowed ruins of the doctor's office, 80 year-old notary and whip in hand to procure the Holy Grail of all adoption documents..........(insert drumroll)......the doctor's medical license. They didn't see us coming, and were no match for Frances and her click pen and stamp and me and my Arnold Schwarzenegger "Terminator" sunglasses and tattered Fedora (ok...San Diego Chargers hat). Dodging the blowdarts coming from the eyes of the front desk workers and outrunning the huge stone ball as it rolled down the steps after us, threatening to crush us, we broke free from the shadows of the doctors office into the bright San Diego sunshine, holding aloft the precious notarized document, worth its weight in gold in Russian rubles.
We'll get the other two documents notarized and apostilled on Monday, leaving us with the agency license as the only document standing in the way of a court date. Please pray that the individual from the Licensing service responsible for writing the letter will agree to do it quickly and without issue. It is on her desk right now, and we were told today that there is nothing any of us can really do now except wait and see.
Even though God's ways don't always make sense to me, I know that He is faithful and good and true. I know He loves Mikhail and will bring him home to us when He decides it is time. In the meantime we continue to trust and wait.....
JP
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