Roller Coaster

Sing it with me now... Roller Coaster of love...

Disclaimer: We are 100% exhausted tonight, so no photos. Feel free to boo us and go on about your day.

Both Vismay and Luke crashed within seconds of hitting their pillows. When V felt his comfy pillow and blanket, he said, "oh very nice!" He's never had a pillow, so a king bed between his besties is indeed, very nice. Luke got banished to the pallet on the floor, but he's way too awesome to complain.

So here's the scoop. That blasted passport did not come by post today. We have two options, but neither mean we can leave tomorrow. Plan A is 95% a goner, so on to Plan B.
1. The passport arrives at Ashraya by mail before 1:00. I will do a happy dance like you've never seen.
2. Radhika, who I think basically directs Ashraya, is going in person to the passport office to inquire. She cannot go until afternoon. If she can get to someone who is in the know, she could ask for it in person. If he will not do that, it will be sent by post and arrive the next day, maybe.

So, if you want to pray specifically for favor for someone other than us, pray that Radhika presents the most compelling case this agent has ever heard. She is going armed with Vismay's passport application receipt, our flight itineraries, and our embassy appointment letter. Her goal is to prove that the ONLY thing keeping us from moving forward is the passport which was applied for nearly 40 days ago. She is trying hard to help us.

All of this information came to light as we met with the Radhika to review Vismay's case and receive the final paperwork. We knew a little about his birthmom, so I was completely unprepared to add a name, an age, and background information to the story. It is not my story to tell, but for some reason I was so heartbroken for her. We tried to ask enough questions to give Vismay the most complete information available when he's ready. I guess as a mother, knowing another mother felt she had no choice but to relinquish her child is just very tough to hear. We will do our best to give him the life I know deep down she wishes she could have given.

After a good meltdown in the hotel and on the phone to my mom (sorry, mom), we headed out the door for dinner. We had planned to do an authentic Indian meal tonight, and it turned out to be the best medicine for sad, weary souls. People in Bangalore eat dinner at 8:30, but at 6:30 we were starving. We stroll into this restaurant, and we are literally the only people there. One server did his best to take our order, but we were so completely lost. Another person came over to assist, but before we left, there were 7 servers helping us build just about every bite of food. It was hilarious. These men were so gracious and sweet to Vismay as he ordered the "uncles" around. He knows what he likes, and chicken is not on the like list.

Speaking of Vismay, this child is a comedy show, but by 4:30 this afternoon, the comedy was wearing off. He touches everything. EVERYthing. He's a master at electrical switches, and he tried to plug the iPod headphones into the wall socket. It is like having a beginner walker--we have to watch him every single second. He makes fun of us a lot, but he also loves to be snuggled. If you correct him, he laughs. Yes, super annoying, but a stern face usually does the trick. He really does not want to disappoint us. His smile is lethal.

Sorry for the marathon post. It was really more for me than you, so if you're still reading, thank you for support. It is no exaggeration that we could not make it without you.