After Josh's soccer game, we headed to our appointment for FBI fingerprints. Appointments are randomly assigned by US Immigration; missing your appointment can result in denial of petition so we were anxious to be on time. Of course the government offices were out by the airport and I missed the exit, which made me that much more anxious. We made it though and went through the whole process.
I don't know what it is about those types of offices, but I get very nervous. I watched the worker type my identification information into the database and followed each key stroke. Halfway through I wished I had told Robert to observe this process during his screening. A misspelled word or transposed number could put us back at square one. I was anticipating the same type of fingerprinting we've had done twice in the last few months, but there was no black ink pads this time. A computer system took digital images of our prints over glass. I watched my prints appear as the worker rolled my fingers across the glass one by one. Amazing. So now we wait on two things: clearance of those prints and a signed home study. Could we be nearing the end of the paper trail?