After more than 29 hours of travel, we are here in Guangzhou anxiously awaiting our first meeting with our little girl. We will leave our hotel for the provincial office at 2:15 p.m.--1:15 a.m. at home. The office opens at 2:30, but with traffic and the long drive, we're not sure precisely what time Jia will arrive.
I feel such a jumble of emotions--what will her reaction be? Will she be happy? Afraid? Nervous? Will she, like everyone else here in China, just stare in amazement at the fact that I am so darn tall?!!!!! (Steve got a kick out of all of the pointing and staring yesterday, among the otherwise very friendly and welcoming populace.) So much of this journey has reminded me of our trip to meet and adopt Misha back in 1996. There are so many parallels and the feelings of deja vu are, perhaps, not to be unexpected--yet who knew the height thing would be one of them? Remember how members of the Russian press kept taking my picture at the tiny airport in Ekaterinburg--there was simply no convincing them that I was not a member of the US Olympic Women's Basketball Team, visiting Siberia for an exhibition game! (Still makes me giggle.)
So, we have now traveled East from Washington Dulles to Siberian Russia to adopt our first child, and West from Norfolk, Virginia to Southern China to adopt our third (with a trip to Arizona in between for our beautiful David). We have now all but about circled the globe in an effort to build and complete our family. It's no wonder that for years our boys thought that babies came from airplanes! I hope that our children always know how very wanted they are and how very, very much we love each of them. As one of our favorite children's books says, we love them "to the Moon and back"--or in this case, "to China and back." As it turns out, the distance does not seem so very different...!
Much love to everyone at home. More than, of course.