With referral in hand, we traveled to "region" this morning. "Region" is located approximately 2.5 hours South of Kyiv by car in an area known as Cherkasy.
|Crossing the Dnipro River into Cherkasy.|
Lots of boring stuff today including unknowingly signing our lives away on documents written in Urkainian probably, sitting and trying not to fall asleep on random couches in notary offices, following Alla down strange dark corridors (evidently lighting is a luxury in these parts), eating orphanage food (some of us for the first time) in small unmarked rooms.
|Officially initiated into the orphanage meal club.|
Today we realized that page protectors are not just for Kyiv...they have made their way all the way down to Cherkasy as well. Which makes me think they've permeated the entire country. This concerns me a bit but apparently does not concern the people here a whole lot. Page protectors and hand sewn documents are seemingly the norm. As is driving to and from offices for signatures and back. There's not a whole lot going on via "e"-anything. So incredibly hard to understand. But things get done...and for that I will just be grateful and overlook the inefficiencies that come with not joining the 21st century.
|I wasn't kidding when I said hand sewn.|
Today, Adam met his son for the first time. He saw Kate for the first time since she left our home in August nearly 8 months ago. We got to be together as a family for the first time on this side of the world. So much good.
|First family portrait (minus our stateside girls).|
|First moments together.|
|Game time with my boy.|
Today we watched as Kate wrote her petition to be adopted...by Adam and me. No one else. Just us...these two random people she didn't even know a year ago whom she has decided she would like to call Mom and Dad. It's a mutual decision. We choose her, but she must also choose us.
And she did.
|A handwritten "yes"|
Now begin the weeks spent "bonding" with our soon-to-be children and early next week we hope to witness Max writing his own "yes."