I've been stalking the mailbox almost everyday.
Once the mail officially comes (if it even makes it to the mailbox), my husband has been known to shout from the back room,
"Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Loose!"
I'm pretty sure that the mail lady has finally figured out the safest time to swing by our house, somewhat how I would imagine she plans for houses with pitbulls.
When we aren't home.
And that sneaky little lady did it again. Only this time...she has no idea the magnitude of her delivery.
That would be our last and final document needed to complete our Dossier. I mean, just in case you were wondering.
We are United States Citzenship and Immigration approved to bring our sweet daughter home.
Thank you, God.
And thank you, Mail Lady.
You done good. You done good.
