Happy 2nd Birthday, Sergiy!
What do you think those eyes are asking? What is in this precious little mind? Yesterday, through the kindness of Jamie's in-laws, I entered the orphanage grounds where Sergiy lives and was able to see him, if ever so briefly, to give him a birthday hug and kiss. (It has been since January that I last actually held him.) Jeanne took three quick pictures while I was holding him, and then we were surrounded by other children who simply wanted to be picked up. How could we refuse?
We continue to look into the possibility of becoming foster care parents here. We met our attorney last Thursday at the appropriate office...but it was closed! Our area of interest is only dealt with on Mondays and Thursdays. ..and only from 3:00 until 5:00. This past Monday we met again with our attorney and also a trusted friend to try to get the letter giving us permission to visit the children. We had compiled some documents of our own (proof of income, proof of home ownership, passports and visas) and waited in line from 3:00 until 4:30. When we were finally invited into the official office, we were informed that the woman in charge had been working at this office for 19 years and had NEVER had a foreigner interested in fostering Ukrainian children. If we could tell her which laws were relevant, she would be happy to help us. Otherwise, come back with more information. Our attorney had left at 4:00 for another appointment, so Sasha, Jim and I walked out of the office trying to figure out who we knew that might know SOMETHING. Sasha shook his head stating that he had no idea that the woman wouldn't know her OWN job!
Together with Sasha we are gathering as much relevant information as we can so that we can try again today. Additional pressure is on us to get this done quickly -- the woman helping us will be going on vacation soon...and we would have to start all over with her replacement! Yikes!
The BRIGHT spot of the week was actually visiting Sergiy. He sat close to the caretaker, obviously one of the favorites. I began to blow bubbles to celebrate the big day and the children began to squeal with delight, trying to pop them before they hit the ground. I moved closer to Sergiy and blew a new batch, and he sprang to his feet and waved his arms around trying to touch a bubble. The fun ended, though, when another group of caretakers said that we were making too much noise (outside, mind you) and we might wake up the infants sleeping in the baby buggies nearby. NOISY playing takes place AFTER the little ones have napped.
Please continue to pray for this process, for God's will to be done, for His glory to be evident in all that takes place.


