By this time every year, tax day doesn't really mean much because we've usually already filed, gotten a refund, and felt more secure with a cushion in our savings again. This year I began the day driving through the post office to file an extension for the first time ever.
If I thought Colombian paperwork with the government was bad, I can't say the U.S. has seemed much better (or quicker). First we found ourselves waiting much longer than normal for Juan's certificate of citizenship. They said getting a social security card would be easy after that. Really? What was supposed to take two weeks (or four at the most) is now dragging into eight weeks. Even a four week wait would have had his card here in time to get our taxes done. Nope. Nothing. Still. We've called several times, only to say the # hasn't been issued yet.
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.