I have a dear friend here in my small town. This friend and I have only seen each other a handful of times. We've never been to each other's house... we've never gone shopping together... we've never done a "girl's weekend." This friend and I have a bond, though... despite our busy schedules, different social circles and activities. You see we are kindred spirits because we're both adoptive mommies who have shared the same cup of wanting, waiting and desperate hope. We know the feeling of living on the computer desperate for news of our little ones across the ocean. We know how the other has sat in an empty nursery that waits for the baby to needs it so desperately. We know the agonizing fear that our daughters may not have what they need and the powerlessness of being able to help them. We know the hours the other has spent on their knees praying unceasingly for God to open the doors behind which our little girls waited. We know. We just know. While close friends surrounded both of us as we waited & waited... offered encouragement... pleaded to help... only those who have walked in the same shoes truly know the specific feelings and desire and fear associated with international adoption. My adoption journey was rocky. And my friend's has been the same. Soon after I returned home with My Dreamgirl in June I met this friend for lunch. That day she was hopeful to travel to Vietnam "any time now" for her daughter Kai. That "time" was much longer and more agonizing than she ever imagined. The end of the story is that finally, Kai is coming home. My friend and her husband overnight have received final approval from the USCIS and now boarding that plane will be sweeter and more joyous than it ever could have been this past summer. Congratulations to my sweet friend. My Dreamgirl & I cannot wait to meet your long-awaited daughter and celebrate with you today!