Joah turned 18 months this week. . .so we ate cupcakes to celebrate
. We miss him.
It’s been awhile since I’ve given an update on what is happening in our attempt to bring Joah home. It is difficult to explain the details (and the emotions!), especially when there is much about the process that we struggle to even understand. On January 12, we finally got a response from the immigration office that they needed more evidence/investigation on our case. For the past 2 weeks, we have been working with our agency to figure out what is needed and how we are going to get it. We don’t feel like our case is all that complicated. Gathering evidence just takes time, and we have no idea how much time. Time we’d rather have with our baby in our arms! So. . .really we have no idea when this will all play out. Our next step (once the investigation is completed) is to submit our new evidence/documents, then wait for their decision whether it is sufficient. I keep saying that the only good news in all of this is that this is the LAST delay they can throw at us (at least I hope anyway!!). The new phrase around our house has become, “Fighting for Joah, Fighting for joy.”
Lucy asked me this morning, “Mom, when is our Joah-boy coming home?” (I love it that she calls him “Joah-boy”.) I don’t know Sweetie. But I can’t wait.
I can’t wait.






























