Coming home
It's 10:45pm in China. China has only one time zone...very strange for a country as large as this. We get our wake up call at 4:00am. Our flight leaves around 8:30am. We arrive in Portland at 7:15am on the same day. Magic!
Hannah and I have still been laying low, as our illnesses are not 100% behind us. Better to rest a bit in China than to be sick on the plane. I did get out for a little shopping today, but it was really my only day out, so I didn't get as much done as I had wanted. Basically, I didn't buy all those things I really don't need for half the price as in the US.
This will be my last post before arriving home. I'm going to try to squeeze in a few pictures from the last couple of days (courtesy of Marian, primarily).
Marian had the chance to visit a local Kindergarten, something I was really looking forward to. I didn't want to go without Hannah, and she just wasn't up for it. However, the Kindergarten turned out to be a private boarding school for kids 18 months and older. The parents visit up to 2 times a week. Here are some images:
Apparently this school is for the more affluent citizens of Guangzhou. Interesting how the classes have developed in the past several years. The gap between the poor and rich has really widened in this country. Capitalism has arrive in China.
Yesterday, we all went to the US Consulate to pick up the babies passports and visas. They had a corny little swearing in ceremony. It was the one time I actually teared up. I have been trying to stay very level emotionally, mainly for Hannah. I'm not sure why this particular moment caught me so off guard. We were in a huge room with about 55 adoptive families. The girls will arrive home as US citizens. Last year, there were approximatlely 7000 adoptions processed to the US from this Consulate. Only 10% of orphanges in China are open to international adoptions. We are only touching the tip of this very large iceberg.
Hannah is feeling better as you can see:
Here's a typical picture of Lucy at meal time. She continues to be a great eater, and usually is the first one to start eating, and the last one to finish. She gets mad if you don't feed her fast enough. She loves food!
It has been a wonderful trip, and one I hope I have documented well enough for Lucy. It will be an important link to her past. A few nights ago, I made a comment to Marian at a restaurant that both of my daughters had pulled their socks off. She said, "Does that feel weird, saying 'your daughters'?" I have to admit, it did, and still does. It will take some getting used to, but I truly feel they are both my daughters. I suppose it's a little harder when you don't have them from the start. However, they are both such a joy. I heard a saying the other day: 'Giving birth is an act of nature. Adoption is an act of faith.' I suppose that's true to a certain extent, but I'm not sure I agree entirely. I think having children, regardless of how you get them, is a little of both.
Peace.