I was looking at my arm this morning after my shower and acknowledging all the pricks and prodding I have undergone in the past month. Aids test--check. TB test, check. Updated tetanus, got it. Drug test, hmm, for some reason hasn't come back yet. Hope nobody switched the urine sample!
Lesa and I also signed our "last will and testament" yesterday and named benefactors. (Wondering if you are on the list? Don't. There's not enough to go around.)
The FBI fingerprinting was all but done, but Lesa's pinky finger didn't make it, so a redo was necessary. (Dang you pinky finger!)
We had a stack of paperwork which made our home mortgage signing look like a walk in the park, but thanks to my wife, it is all but depleted.
"Home study" is all but completed too. The last step was a week ago, which included an interview of our 3 children. I was curious as to what they would ask our 5 year old Kara. She told me they asked her favorite food. Answer? Spaghettios. I hope this doesn't preclude us from adopting. I mean, what kind of parents let their kids love spaghettios?
So, many hurdles have been jumped. My arm is sore. Our hopes are high. We have a couple months before the next stage. As always, God is faithful and we look forward to where he is leading us.
