Why are we doing this ???

(Thanks Matt for the title)

Becoming adoptive parent is a great adventure that you cannot foresee almost anything. You are not given almost any time to plan, you have close to no decision power, and you can only say either if you want to play this game or not.

Off course the decision is not easy at all. As every couple we started trying "the natural way" (you don't need a drawing, do you ???) I'm talking to you, reader… Yeah, I got that awful habit as a writer, to talk to my readers, while they are reading. You see, I am what I write, and I express my feelings, my ideas, what makes me happy or what makes me cry. If you're reading this, I will also be talking to you. As time passed by, and the natural way was not giving us any result, the alternatives came up into play. To make the long story short, we ended with the adoption process. And here we are. And here are you reading our history, and our story.

We are now in a plane, heading to some remote location, to start what we hope are the last steps or us becoming adoptive parents.

How to start a story like this??? Well, not the beginning off course. As much as I wish to be informative, I am writing this to inform, and to amuse, and tell, and share. But if I started saying that a year ago, in a lousy den, in a public building, an morlock-like crazy eye bad smelling public employee gave us some forms to fill, and explained us how to fill, where to send and what to expect, in a bad spoken, Spanish sounding jargon… well you see my point… I want you "the reader" to stay here, and read my story.

So, my story starts close to the end. The last mile in our race, when we are heading to the finish line. We expect to come up victorious, and jumping of joy.

We are still not at half flight yet… so we have time. Who, how and where to thank people??? That is another breathtaking long process, in which if I make you read the full list, you'll be bored in no time. Usually in almost every written story, the thank you notes are at the beginning, if the list is short. If the list is long, they are at the end, but that shows a lesser importance for the writer. So, I came up with a weird solution to my problem. I will be occasionally naming people to whom I want to devote some special thanks. For example, did you see the title?? Immediately after there is a thanks to Matt. That will be the arrangement, OK?? if you see your name, is because we want to thank you for whatever you did to us or for us…. I mean, simply for becoming part of our adventure, and forever being a part of what we are going through, which you're already a part. OK??? But to be honest, I cannot end this paragraph without specially thanking our entire families, to our parents, and aunts, and brothers, to all of them a very special thank you for your support, help, always willingly to assist us in whatever way we might need.

Still flying??? Oh yes. Who are we, my name is Diego and my wife is Fernanda. We are heading up to a remote location in northern Argentina, to have the final interview with the judge, the social worker, and the psychotherapist on our adoption process. If they give us the thumbs up, we are to meet the three kids we might be adopting very, very soon.

You might be asking: Why at the end of the process, needing to be on a very long flight, in a destination close to nowhere, you still have some interviews to go through ??? We don’t know. And you are already asking nonsense questions about a process more obscure that how flight prices are set ??? instead of asking questions in the introduction of my story, you can go and grab a beer and keep reading. Travis, you can get a glass of the wine I sent you. Saw what I did ??? He is my boss. Thank you Travis.

Well well well. Still flying. My mind is coming and going since we got the phone call. It was a very simple question we’ve got on the phone: “Can you come to have the final interviews and start the bonding process with the kids???”. We agreed with the social worker that we would be flying to have the meeting next Monday. When Fernanda got home from work, we recognized in each other eyes the same feeling we were having, a weird mixture of Woww!!!, Whaaa???, Ahhhh, jajajaja & mmmhhhhhh. In plain English those expressions would represent something like, in the same order, being amazed, being shocked, tenderness, giggles and premature-exhaustion.

We quickly arranged the trip, flight, hotel, bus, nursing for our 5 dogs, telling our family, telling our bosses, arranging everything, and here we are. Still flying. The idea of writing a blog, ringed in my head after so many people asked me to keep them updated. I thought via whatsapp would be painstainkingly boring since I would have to explain everything once and over again to everybody. And I cannot put everybody in the same chat group. So I thought, what is the best way of letting almost everybody to get access to something written only once. Well, I guess a simple blog is in the top-five.

Starting to go down, I don’t have much time. This is how our, Fernanda and I, story started to finish. Given that everything will go smoothly and perfect, I will have another never-ending story to tell about my kids. But this, this is how, where and why we did write the last paragraph on the story on how we became adoptive parents, and we became mother and father.

Flaps are opening, stewardess is coming with no smile, need to close the lid, last words………. For now.