Q: I’ve lost track of where you are in the process. Can you remind me again of what’s coming next?
A: We are waiting for our verbal referral from Bulgaria’s Ministry of Justice (MOJ). The verbal referral is basically the MOJ saying “this child goes to that family.” Toni, our Bulgarian adoption attorney, has told us that the MOJ has to meet to issue this referral, and that they usually meet on a Friday, or occasionally on a Wednesday. Toni has assured us that she is doing all in her power to expedite this, and that the MOJ does put priority on adoptions of children in poor shape like our girl is. We’ve also heard that Toni is well-liked and well-respected by the MOJ. As she is by everyone else who knows her!
There is a possibility that they met yesterday to issue this referral for us. Yesterday was the first Friday since the MOJ received our dossier.
After we get that verbal referral, we can make travel plans for our first trip, although we have to receive our written referral before we can actually travel.
Last night before I went to bed, I emailed Toni to ask how long it would take for us to get the news if the MOJ had issued our referral yesterday. (I don’t mind bugging her, because she seems to see it as a healthy sign!)
And this morning I found her answer–
“I will call on Monday to find out if your verbal referral was issued. Then I will e-mail you immediately. It is usually about 3 weeks to get the written official referral. When I call them on Monday I will ask them too when I can have you here. I want you here ASAP :)!”
Since Bulgaria is seven hours ahead of us, we won’t look for another email from Toni until after ten o’clock on Monday morning. I am preparing my heart to hear that we did not receive that referral yet. Just in case God is saying, “Wait.”
So until next time…how about…
…yet another way to keep four little speeding bullets…
[John Michael, aka Jonamac or Mac]
[Peter, aka Petropolis or Sweeter, who we are currently watching for further symptoms of Lyme]
[James, aka Jem or Jamesy]
[Stephen, aka–I blush to say–Esteban, Oat-steban, Oatie, Oatie-boatie, Stephen-Oat *ahem*]
…as I was saying, yet another way to keep speeding bullets occupied when it’s dangerously hot and humid outdoors and air-conditioned indoors…
P.S. That was for those of you who might be surprised to learn that we sometimes give our little ones permission to run in the house, jump on the couch, and slide down the steps. Unorthodox stuff like that. <grin>