Sitting in the kitchen tonight with Bob, I told him about their flights and who they'd meet and what they'd do while they were there. We shared the same thoughts, "won't it be surreal heading to the airport with the same intention?" But even louder in our heads was, "will we ever get there?" Most days the task at hand: 3 kids, jobs, finances, adoption, etc, cloud our journey. The paper that needs 4 signatures and a phot ID attached to it sits on the table for days, because we rush past it and who can find a stamp? But we get to it, get our blood drawn, apply for passports, and update this legal document, and that one, and buy stamps. One day at a time, with one foot in front of the other, we'll get on the red eye too.