March 29th, 2007
It is the morning of the eighth day. I sit in the hotel room as we wait for Yana; the sounds of the morning traffic permeate the window and curtains resulting in a pulsating mechanical moan – the urban equivalent of the surf of the ocean.
We count down the days. Today is day two of the waiting period. We are not sure the weekends count. But each day, we march towards the time when we will all, finally, be together, day in and day out.
During the days now, Yana drops us off and does not stay as she did before. No longer do we have the crutch of the translator to support us as we and the children learn to communicate with each other. We can see, at times, it is frustrating for them (well more for Dascha, then Nikolai – who seems just happy to be), but with each day there is a growing comfort as we adjust and discover modes of dialog, gestures, and facial expressions.
Unlike the first trip, where the swing of emotion was abrupt and extreme, this trip has been gentler on our hearts. The love inside us for the children grows as a never ending tide coming into land. We are grateful to have the experience of such a love, and to have such children upon which to bath that love.