It is late Monday Night, and I'm in the stuffy business center of the Renaissance Hotel by the Olympic Stadium (yea, the one the US boycotted in 1980). What a fantastic day we had. We dropped off some final documents to apply for a passport for Paul, then headed to the Orphanage to pick him up. This was the hardest part of the day. He didn't want to leave the only life he has ever known, no matter how good we made it sound. We went straight back to the Hotel for lunch after leaving the orphanage. he was still quite suspicious (and not all the hungry). We took our afternoon nap (yes - he still takes naps) and it was almost as if I could read on his face "I really like these high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets). There is a very pleasant park just down the street, so after he awoke, we headed down there (stopping by the grocery store for some ice cream and treats). He is a good little walker, and he really liked the slides and the swing - although he wasn't up for the parallel bars (yes, they have parallel bars in the park). Back to the hotel for a swim, a shower and dinner (Apples, bread, and yogurt). I ran out to get a MacDoanlds for Amy and I. Thanks for all your prayers - they mean so much to us, and God has been so faithful. I thought today was going to be a lot tougher. Amy is doing an incredible job. I was trying to get him to drink something, I knew he had to be thirsty, but he didn't want the apple juice I got him in the sippy cup. She told me to pour it into a regular coffee cup (like he is used to drinking from - low and behold - he guzzled the whole thing down in 10 sec. flat.
I'm going to bed - I've got to go back with some more docs for the clinic tomorrow - Wednesday is his exam, Thursday - free day, Friday - U.S. Emabassy and home.
Grace, Peace, and Joy.