Introducing Roman Elijah Davie

Monday was a long, long day that ended with our facilitator saying "Come on, guys, its not a funeral." We picked Roman up at 1:00 and were in Latigino, where court was to be held by 1:30. Roman was so inquisitive. "How long will we wait?" One hour. "Is court long or short?" Short. "Who will be there?" Mama, Papa, you, Max, Director, Judge, Prosecuor, 2 jurors. "Is that all?" Yes. Well, we answered 1 out of 3 truthfully. We waited 2 hours. Court was long. But at least no one else was there. The gloomy faces came at the end when the judge told us to come back Tuesday at 8:50 am to complete the hearing.

You see, at the very end of the day, after all the waiting, and all the questions, and putting our ten year old son through a tough examination, the judge, who had the Petition for over a week, found a mistake and we had to go to the Notary and re-do the Petition. And wait another hour for the Notary to arrive. In the meantime, the Prosecutor got mad and left, taking the jurors with him so that when our facilitator returned with the corrected Petition, we had to adjourn for the day.

But all is well that ends well. Tuesday, June 24th at 9:40 AM, the judge granted our Petition to adopt Roman. On the way back to camp, he tapped me on the shoulder, pointed to me and said "you are my mother." Yes, Roman, vsegda (forever).