Our morning came quickly.
We were up, ready and packed by 4:20AM. Breakfast of rice and peaches (sounds good, huh?) and we were out the door by 4:50 AM.
We arrived at the orphanage and all was dark. In Timothy's group, a bed had been made for him in the main living area. There was not much of a production. We brought the mama's flowers and a card and dressed Timothy in his new clothes and were on our way. I was very teary and the mama's were a bit choked up too. Lydia seemed to take it the hardest and cried for much of the ride to the airport. She has such a tremendously tender heart.



The airport was a particularly harrowing experience. Timothy was not a happy boy. He only has a few sounds that he can make and he made them ALL! Non stop! I had some chalk in my purse and I kept him busy with that, but then it was time for security. Oh boy. The entire place came to a stand still.
This poor child does not really want to be with us. He wants to be at the detsky dom eating hot cereal and playing with the other children. But instead, he is being searched by a stranger and lugged around by people who have been coming daily for a short visit with treats. We were much more appealing to him then, I am sure!
I can only imagine that the people on the plane were getting annoyed with us, but once take off was over, Timothy finally settled down. We played with his socks. We played with one crayon. We played with his seat belt. We played with anything I was certain either could not be thrown or at least would not hurt anyone if it were to be thrown.

Once we landed in Kiev, we raced to the US embassy. Our appointment was scheduled for 10 AM and they stop receiving people after 11 AM. We arrived at 10:53 AM. I was really worried. But Ed and Peter were received and they stayed behind to do paperwork while Olga, Lydia, myself and Timothy went to the Dr. for the appointment that is required for visa approval.
Timothy made his presence known there as well, many, many, many times! The poor kid. Every time a woman with a white coat and pale blue pants walked past him he raised his arms to her and looked up only to look quickly down again. This is the dress that many of the orphanage staff wears. I'm sure it looked so familiar to him. My heart broke for him while at the same time I was trying to keep my wits about me.
Somehow we made it through that dr.s appointment. Only by the grace of God. Ed and Peter were waiting for us to come back and pick them up. Our interview at the embassy will be tomorrow at 2:00 pm and the visa should be ready that same day. Then we meet with Timothy's hearing doctors on Thursday and fly home Friday afternoon.
We fly "home." Such a welcoming place to 4 of us and hopefully it will be soon to the 5th. We are praying for a restful sleep and renewed spirits tomorrow. Adjusting on all our parts is tiring! Thoughts of the final process and the trip home keep us going.

Everyone with something to do... reading, playing Star Wars and playing with cars. Quiet and so darn cute!
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