Yesterday morning I decided to further torment myself by calling the National Visa Center again. I dialed the number with dread, expecting the same bad news as the day before.
I got through to an operator right away. I sort of mumbled my request, already kicking myself for inviting disappointment.
My operator (Ana) said, "Ohhhhh..."
And the voice in my head said "Nora you idiot--of course she has nothing to tell you."
And then Ana continued with, "Ohhhhh....he's so cute! His VI appointment is on Friday."
And I FREAKED OUT.
I then professed my undying love and admiration for Ana until it made her uncomfortable and she had to hang up. (I wish this was an exaggeration).
The rest of the day was a blur--coffee with an AMAZING friend who rocks my world and a hair appointment with my bestest stylist ever. Common wisdom would have you believe that when you are on the cusp of a major life event you should avoid drastically changing your hair--but I say the heck with that. So I went from red to dark brown, from slightly shaggy to tight pixie.
Last night Sean and I talked about the possibility that our travel call would come on Monday; maybe Friday but probably Monday. We debated over when to buy tickets and made a list (a looooooong list) of all the things we still need to prepare.
I slept really well, with the cat curled at my knees.
This morning we went through our normal routine. Sean took the kids to school and I got ready for my regular Friday morning hike with Ruthie. Sean came home and got ready for work while I cleaned up in the kitchen.
At 7:40 my phone rang.
I thought, "That's weird. Who's calling so early?" I thought maybe it was the school; maybe our poison-ivy afflicted child is having a hard time.
I looked at the caller id. It said "Childrens Home..."
I picked up the receiver and J*** said "Good morning Nora. I'm calling to tell you to go get your son--he's ready."
I said, "Really????? We can really go?"
J*** said, "You can really go. It's been a long time waiting , I know."
I said, "J*** it's been a really effin' long time waiting."
J*** said, "It's been a really, really effin long time waiting."
And then we both laughed and said more curse words to one another. Because she's cool like that.
I hung up the phone and then had to wait an eternity for Sean to get out of the shower so that I could tell him the good news.
We are stunned. We are amazed. We are SOOOOOOO HAPPY. We are sooooo scared!