...May 15, 2005
We arrived in Changsha. The capital city of the Hunan province of China. As we rode on the bus through the darkness and fog on our way to the hotel, we could not help but feel as though we had taken a trip back in time. The streets were filled with old clay and brick buildings with bicycles parked in front of them and woven baskets on the steps. The bus ride was quiet and full of anticipation. We were in our daughter's province and would be meeting her in the morning. It was hard to focus on anything our guide was saying between the anxiety and the sights outside.
We arrived at the hotel, gathered our luggage and made our way up to our room. When we opened the door to our room, we saw a sight that took our breath away. There was a crib in the room with a little blanket in it. Suddenly, the reality set in and a wave of nervousness came over both of us. In a matter of hours, we would be seeing the precious little girl whose picture we had been staring at for months. We thought sleep would be good, but we both layed there, wide-eyed and staring into the darkness. We wondered where she was. Had she already arrived in Changsha? We wondered if we would recognize her from across the room after the hours and hours we spent studying her face from the pictures. We wondered if she would like us or if she would cry. These thoughts spun in our heads over and over.
The diaper bag was packed to take to the Civil Affairs office and was sitting by the door. The formula was measured out in the bottle we were taking so all we had to do was add hot water. The only thing we had left to do...was wait.
Tomorrow, I was finally going to meet my daughter. The daughter I had been dreaming about since I was a little girl myself. It was finally time for my dream to come true.
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