A Deep Breath

WE are at the half way point of this adventure and it is time to STOP and take a deep breath. K&B need to breathe, Abby needs to breathe and dammit I am going to breathe and count to 3 million. In the best of time I am a basket case ( Just go back and read some of these blogs.) But I am pushing the envelope these days with all this togetherness. How we ever made it through 41 years of marriage is beyond me.
But enough already . . . our anniversary was yesterday so I guess I am committed to another year at least so I might as well make the best of it.
Today's England adventure took us driving into the heart of Windsor. One might ask "WHY", to which there is no good answer. It all started because of mass on Sunday. The priest said, "Tuesday is a holy day. The feast of St's Peter and Paul." Ger and I shrugged and thought nothing more of it until that evening. Back in the states June 29th is NOT a holy day so how come here it is? Whatever . . . the plan was to take Abby to school, drive to the chiropractor and then drive into Windsor, park at the church and walk into town for breakfast and then go to noon mass. At least that was the plan that I had. Either I was talking to myself yesterday or Ger was not listening because as I was headed for the parking lot at the church husband became all agitated. "I thought we were parking in town" says he. Stupid me says, "HUH?" Bottom line after a U turn, a trip through almost every one way back alley and dead end in Windsor I parked in the down town lot, got out of the car and we never made it to mass. On the best of days driving in Windsor is an adventure and having a passenger who is gasping and clutching the dash at every turn and telling me what I just passed rather than pointing out the UP COMING turns is less than helpful. The good part was we found a delightful place to have breakfast with lovely garden seating right in town. Then we hit the jackpot at the drug store where we not only found the exact "ZuZu pet" that Abby has been searching for but we actually found an ICE PACK and hair color for grandma's hair that has suddenly become greyer than usual. (When Abby fell 3 weeks ago Bridget had to use a hard ice pack that you use in a cooler. I have been searching for the plastic bag of gel that you freeze and reuse only to be met with odd, blank looks. I was beginning to think England had not progressed to that high a degree of wizardry.) That find made the day and all else has paled in its shadow.
As for K&B . . . they have returned to the small village where Roman's orphanage is. Forms are signed and now they must wait to see a judge in that region. Kyle is returning to Windsor on Thursday evening for 5 days to spend time with Abby and catch up on work. Bridget has opted to stay in the Ukraine and keep visiting Roman each day to reassure him that he will soon be leaving with them to start his new life as a big brother to Abby. Kyle will return next week to go to court with Bridget and then they must both return to Windsor for the 10 day wait.
I guess all my "trials and tribulations" are nothing compared to what these 2 amazing young people are doing for a child they don't even know. God Bless them!