A Day off with Nothing to do?

Well then let me fill you in on my little journey for today!

I got the day off. Well I asked and the powers that be said, OF COURSE!

My day off started at 5am. I had my daughter up and out of the house by 645am to my mother's to have breakfast and then off to school where I just took her instead of my mom. I needed a good send off - so did she.

My husband and I spent the rest of the time from 745 am until 158pm frantic trying to get every piece of history, bank statement, letters from friends, love letter's from us, pictures, passports, phone statements, employment history, tax information. . . I could go on, but the list has suddenly left my brain. Then we hurried into our getup, we primped and primed and sprayed and shaved and moussed and gelled and brushed and washed and made ourselves BEAUTIFUL. And we were baby. Then at 1120 am we were on our way to Titusville for a trip to Staples to make 50 copies and recieve one fax where the copier jammed 3 times, but at which time I was not to enthused and just wanted to go. At 1240 pm we leave and head over to a friend's house where we have to print out directions and fail to print out another letter - dunno where it went but it weren't where we thought it shoulda been.

At 110pm we head off behind a dumptruck and a school bus along with grandma driving to try and make it 42 miles to our final destination. And the last time we ate was at 830am. We were hungry. At 115pm we arrived at a BP gas station and at 117pm with potato chips, high caffeine drinks, and crappy sandwiches we were on our way.

At 145 my gas light comes on. YAY!

At 158 we arrive at the Homeland Security Office where we lug our huge suitcase (thank you Jules) to the locked door where a gaurd asked for identification and a letter. Then put us through a search - the non cavity kind - and told us to have a seat. At 2pm we watched Divorce court in a room filled with over 25 American Flags waiting for our name to be called. We went to the restroom, laughed, all the while trying to conceal our anxiety and nervousness.

At 220pm our name was called. We met a woman who led us back to her desk where we began the Immigration Interview process for my husband to become a permanent resident.

At 354pm we left. We were smiling. It wasn't hard. It was great! We had a blast. We proved what we needed to. At various points we both wanted to cry. We even were told by our interviewer how surprised and impressed with our work she was - not many people do things right in this type of request. Our response was, we didn't want to risk saying goodbye ONCE MORE and never see each other again. Huge sighs, lots of kisses, lots of hugs, and plenty of chocolate and icee's. We even laughed over the hundreds of pictures we brought with us!

Wow. That was it.

In no time my husband, my light, my love, my world will become a permanent part of our lives. No more being apart because of silly gov't rules. No more having to say goodbye through a waterfall of tears and snot. No more of phone calls and iChat's because now all our conversations happen in person. No more what-ifs, or when that's. Our life can start, it is in motion and will never stop.

I consider myself one of the luckiest women in the world. I had the greatest opportunity to marry my best friend, my champion, my lover. He is everything and so much more than I could have ever ever ever asked for. And I thank him everyday for being where he was when we met and for being part of my life for all this time.

Thank you Shanee. I love you. We did it!