Apostille Day

After 5 long months of incessantly dealing with paperwork, our adoption documents have finally been prepared and ready to be apostilled. We raced out in the afternoon to the state capital only to be charged hundreds of dollars for a bitter woman to place a tiny sticker on each page of our paperwork. As expensive as it was, we were happy and relieved to finally do it. We sprinted over to the Harrisburg post office and overnighted our precious packet to the adoption agency in St. Loius. We were careful to package it appropriately and not bend a single page out of fear that it might be denied by the Russian government. Along with the postage, we sent our prayers, thankful to finally be able to get this process underway.

At sundown, we leisurely strolled along the Susquehanna River, buzzing with a sense of accomplishment. The series of bridges along the river seemed to represent the journey ahead, although we knew that it would be at least another 5-9 months until we would be able to take our first trip to Russia. We both felt simultaneously eager, and yet, at the mercy of God. We are only sure of a few things. We already have a name, a decorated baby room, and three sets of Siberia-ready snow suits, but we are missing one Clayton Vayu.