The Calm...er....Storm before the Storm.

Just a quick note as we come up for air....

So, we travel in 8 days. Still no visas, still waiting on documents from Raleigh (the Observer doesn't lie...they really do hate Charlotte), still trying to finish the boys' room. At some point I'm going to put the 73rd coat of paint on the room. Going from lavender to orange requires a primer, Andrea and I disagreed, and I of course was wrong.

There is constant movement; constant action in the house. It's like a season of 24; only more violent.

People keep asking me if I'm excited, and I've said I really don't have time to be excited. There is an overwhelming joy of knowing all of this is leading to the moment we meet our sons, but the stress and panic of details like the visa situation, and tying up our respective jobs, is hanging heavy on both our hearts.

Thanks so much to family members who have helped overwhelmingly with donations. We are stunned and overjoyed to feel so loved.

It feels like we are in a raging sea right now, and I know things will certainly be no calmer when are with the boys...but by then, we'll be with the boys, ya know? But for now, were getting tossed around like the boat in The Perfect Storm, but that movie ended up okay right?.....Right?