Sign On The Dotted Line.

At 2:30pm, EST, the whole family will be crammed into a tiny office with a collection of pens in our collective hands.

And we will sign on all the various dotted lines and we will answer some questions and then, THEN, we will be finished signing things.

Forever.

Sure, there’s a judge (somewhere, out there) who needs to add a signature to all our paperwork – but we, the family in question, will be DONE with the signing and the appointments and the questions and the essay-writings.

It looks, too, like our adoption party will take place in September. The entire month of August is booked up for nearly everyone we’ve ever known and we want the kids to experience a HUGE party that’s TOTALLY about THEM.

The kind of party where they’ll go home at the end and already have forgotten half the names of the people who were there. The kind of party where they leave and think, “Holy shit, man, we are SO LOVED.”

We can wait for that. I mean, really.

But there you have it: today is the official end of our journey to adopt. Can you believe it?