Today was our "extra" day. We could have flown out today, but we were picky about our flight home. See, last time we came and went across the ocean on a plane that had 4 seats together in the middle section. For a 10+ hour trip, we felt it was important to sit all together with the kids sandwiched between us. So we took a later flight that leaves in the wee hours of Sunday morning here. So here we sit for one more day longing for home.
The morning just sort of dragged by. Our highlight was getting to meet Hristiana for lunch and a visit. Backstory... When we left Sofia last time, Tim and I had seats that were not together. I had a window seat with and older couple from Germany. They spoke no English and spent a big part of the flight trying to figure out how to adjust the air vents for their seats. Tim also had a window seat on the other side of the aisle and maybe 8 or 10 rows back. He was next to a young lady who was a law student from Bulgaria and who spoke English. (I've teased him often for this.) Truth be known, it's better that Tim sat by her than I did. He is much more likely to strike up conversation with a stranger than I am. His conversation skills resulted in a very important friendship for us. He told her all about our adoption. They exchanged names, she said she was on Facebook, and he wisely offered that his wife would send her a friend request. (That's my guy!) I connected with her, and she graciously offered to help us with translations. We sent her three different letters to clean up before sending them to our kids. I also sent her a list of phrases I wanted to learn before traveling, and those have been so handy!
Now, back to present... She was out of school this week but studying for exams. Yet she took the time to travel at least an hour (I may be underestimating) by train to Sofia to meet us for lunch. Finally, I got to talk to her in person for myself. She is so sweet! We had lunch and went for a walk-and-talk. Finally, though, she needed to get back to her studies and her train for home, and I needed to start our packing. I hope someday she can make it to America and visit with us there.
The afternoon was mostly packing, a little shopping, and supper. We did have another really rough period this evening. This time with Milcho. I don't think that they think we have the right to correct them. It has been a tough week -- emotionally draining. But I believe in the kids and who they will become, and I believe God still has much to teach us through the process. He didn't bring us this far to set us adrift on our own. In His power and to His glory, we will weather this storm -- it's not a big one to Him.