And the Wait Goes On...

If there's one thing that can be said about international adoption, and probably domestic as well, it's that it is predictably unpredictable. Timelines mean nothing. And one person's experience is as likely to match another's as much as socks from the dryer are likely to match each other. Which is why I feel like a little miracle happened today. 

Our home study was approved. Signed, sealed, stamped, and delivered to my door. We now have two copies of a fifteen page document meant to convince the Indian government that we are suitable parents. It only took four months, and while I hate to complain (that's not entirely true) I was done with my part in three weeks. The agony of having a type-A personality and going through an international adoption ranks up there with racing an Ironman. And I haven't even gotten halfway through the adoption yet. 

But it's done. Baby steps. And I think that calls for a glass of wine. But just one, because that's what I put on my home study questionnaire: one glass of wine with dinner 3-4 times per week. I just never said how big the glass was.