September 26, 2007, was our Embassy appointment. I expected something bigger than it was. I thought it was going to be more like court, less like the DMV. Basically, we sat in a room for hours waiting for our turn. When our number was called, we went into the smallest room I've ever seen and talked to an American man through a pane of bullet-proof glass. One of the hardest parts of the day, though, was passing all the beautiful people from Guatemala waiting outside for hours trying to get a visa to travel to the U.S. Even though I am not wealthy by most standards, I felt rich and spoiled as I passed ahead of them in line with one of their own children in my arms. I feel blessed to live in the United States and have the freedoms that we enjoy on a daily basis. We are a very blessed country. And I am a very blessed mama.
A few pictures of his-royal-cuteness on Embassy day a year ago.