The social worker in Mwanza wants to meet me and wants me to meet our little girl. She won't move forward until I go.
So I'm going tomorrow. Booked a flight today, and I'll be on my way tomorrow morning.
We didn't plan for this, because it's a bit expensive, but I'm not complaining. I get to meet my little girl tomorrow. How wonderful is that?
But it will make waiting a lot harder. We met both Grace and Josiah before we got to take them home, and it was torture. I was kind of hoping to keep my distance for a while longer. But now I'm excited. Who wouldn't be?