Maybes

Consulate appointment in the a.m. was seamless.  They did not allow cameras or phones, so we do not have pictures. Boo, because we looked cute too!

The meeting was a formality.  A final step in this lengthy process.  We stood, raised our right hand, and repeated after the foreign service officer on Everlee's behalf as an immigrant.  She was issued a maroon Chinese passport in her Chinese name in Chongqing.  Now, the US Consulate issues her a visa.  It is only for entry into the United States. Nothing else.  Without the visa, she can not fly home.  We will apply for her new passport once back.  One with a navy blue cover!  American!

Since this is a Hague adoption, she will be granted citizenship upon landing in our big, beautiful, blessed country.  I have no idea what immigration looks like, but that's where her citizenship is gained.  Maybe in an office... Maybe while standing in line...  Maybe a quick stamp of a paper...  Maybe during an hour long interview...  Who knows.  It is crazy to think that such a huge life change will happen somewhere deep within the bustling Newark airport with zero fanfare.  By the time we rush to make our connecting flight, Everlee will be a United States citizen.

Start waving your flags now.

I feel more patriotic at the thought of that walk toward waiting family in baggage claim than I did watching Brent deploy.  Ok, it's a tie.

And guaranteed, I'll be crying.

Maybe being caught up in the moment...  Maybe knowing her future would be vastly different otherwise...  Maybe from the reality that I am now a mother of three...  Maybe sheer relief the day long flight is over...

Whatever the reason, I'll be crying.