Yes friends, the time is near. Friday is the day.
We’re leaving KCI Friday morning in the earliest morning hour and will be just minutes away from Yiyi on Saturday night at 11 p.m. We will get her sometime Sunday and she will officially become a Pauls on Monday, January 6th. Which is a pretty cool date because it’s my (Nikki’s) parents 41st wedding anniversary. What a special day all around.
NOTE FOR CREEPY INTERNET LURKERS INTERESTED IN ROBBING OUR HOUSE WHILE WE’RE GONE: Please don’t. Really, we don’t have anything good. You will be disappointed. We don’t have any cash stashes or valuable jewels. Plus, we have my brother house sitting and staying the nights, as well as friends and family who will be coming and going, plus the neighborhood watch neighbor who works from home, so you will find someone there if you try. It’s just not a good idea. Thanks much!
Ok, that’s done.
We have so many things we’re nervous about and so many things we’re excited about. I truly cannot believe that we are about to travel halfway around the world to adopt a 10-year-old. Really, I’m not sure anyone can be prepared for that! We are going crazy right now.
But in true Joe DeSimone fashion, in the midst of this crazy time, he has put us at ease. He told me that no matter what happens, no matter how many children we have, or my brother has, that Yiyi will always be their special one. (Sorry our future children who read this in horror – Papa didn’t mean it like that, he loves you so much, it’s just that the first is special.) He reminded me of the one time that I asked my Nonni (his mother) in a crowded Christmas dining room, “so Nonni, who is your favorite grandchild?” To which she clearly and quickly responded “Nicholas.” It was at that moment that the room got silent and everyone heard her small voice profess her favorite was Nick. To which she tried to cover, “Oh, did you say favorite? I thought your said oldest, Nick is the oldest. I got confused.” No, Nonni never got confused a day in her life. She was absolutely not confused, she was just telling the truth. And so was my dad.
This week, as I’m running a gazillion errands, doing laundry, taking down the Christmas decorations, and trying to finish two more home studies and generally feeling like a whirling derbish, I am comforted by his words. It reminds me that no matter what, we have support and love. Love from our family and all of you who are reading and following along with our journey.
And really, all you need is love.