Where, oh where...?

Where the heck is my i-600 approval, people????? As you can see, the clock to the right of this post keeps ticking, yet nothing of any value has graced my inbox or snail-mail box as of yet. (Except a Finding Nemo birthday party invitation.) And I just ran out to check the mail just in case. NO, it's not in my spam folder. NO, it hasn't been blocked. YES the wonderful, caring folks at the USCIS have my address. YES it's the right one. YES I am losing all grip on that thin illusive thread I like to call sanity. YES I am talking to myself. YES I am answering. YES I know this is a bad sign...

I'm stalking my inbox, stalking my mail carrier...this wait is turning me into a person I barely recognize. I usually avoid my mail, mail carrier, post office, postage meter and all things mail-related because bad things like bills appear there. Very bad things.

On a different note, we have received more information on our daughter that is very personal and private -- things that we will share with her when the questions start flying and the back-talk starts. Information on her very first days on this Earth are scarce and somewhat scary. We we soak up each bit and commit it to memory so that one day we'll be able to intelligently talk to her about the miracle and mystery of her birth. But first, WE HAVE TO GET HER HOME!!

So again, the waiting. I often hear others say that everything happens in God's time. Let me just posit this: His time is too slow. I get that He is all-knowing, but I also know that He has all the freaking time in the world. I, however, do not. And I just want this part of our lives to get a move-on, already. I'm ready to start the next chapter. And God knows I'm a fast reader, so I've been ready for this for quite a while now.

So, to God and USCIS...let's get this party started!