Thanks, everybody, for all the well wishes. A couple of people asked about our experience: where we landed - was it
surreal? Honestly, I have to say that our landing experience was about as
bizarre as the rest of this process has been for us! First, for the past couple of years, approaching the border has been "threatening". To cross would mean separation - so even going near Niagara (where we landed) has caused me to have minor panic attacks. Yesterday was no different - as we got closer my heart started pounding and it got harder and harder to breath. I teared up knowing we were actually going to have to
cross in order to finalize this thing . . . and, since hubby still doesn't have a passport, he wasn't going with us! My girl and I had to go it alone (although we took my mum-in-law with us . . . a little piece of Canada as assurance)!!
So first, the US guy challenged me!! We had to
leave Canada and turn around again? Why? I was like, "
What?" :-X Certainly we weren't the first people he's run into driving into the States to facilitate a landing!! I know we've been gone a long time but, after all, we
are still US citizens! I really didn't expect to be harassed by my own countrymen! I had to drive about six blocks into Niagara just to get over that . . . my mum-in-law kept saying, "You can do a u-turn here, dear . . ." at every intersection, but I just kept going!! She might have wondered for a bit there if I was just going to keep driving til I got to California!! :

But I seriously needed to calm down. (It didn't really help - I was so nervous.)
So then we turned back - got to the kiosk, and I stumbled all over my words to say I was entering to land. That officer didn't even look at our passports - she just wrote "Landing" across the yellow slip and said, "GO IN THERE". OKaaayyyy, then! :-[ Once inside, hubby (thank God, a friendly face!) greeted us at the door and we waited in line for awhile. There were four officers at the counter, but only one person was waiting on people. People were filing in behind us and the line was getting longer and longer. She was doing another landing - I heard her ask the three questions: Are you still in relationship with your sponsor? Have you committed any crimes? Do you have any dependents not included on this application? I wondered for a bit how I would answer that question, and decided I could honestly say NO because both of my sons are now over 22.
Finally it was our turn - went up, gave the guy the yellow slip, and our passports. He started typing into the computer and then said, "OK, I have to type some info into the computer and print out some paperwork for you to sign, so just go over there and have a seat". So we went and sat down. When I looked up, he was reading the computer screen. Then he picked up the phone and talked for awhile. Then two
other officers went over and were reading the screen!

Meanwhile, I was observing that all of them looked like they ate nails for breakfast everyday. I just hung on to hubby and tried to remember the words to one of the songs we'd sung at church on Sunday! Finally, he looked up and made eye contact with me with an almost friendly expression on his face. So we got up and went back over, and he
finally smiled. He looked so much nicer when he smiled. He asked me to initial and sign my COPR, and then my daughter did the same with hers. (Mind you, there were no
other papers for us to sign - other than the COPR we brought with us.) He sorta joked with us a bit - and hubby started talking to the officer next to him who was the guy who had given me my first VR on our wedding day! Surprisingly he didn't remember us - I was almost shocked. After all that's happened, you'd expect red lights and alarms would go off at the mention of our names!!
After everything was signed and he stapled the copies of our COPRs into our passports, he directed us over to Customs to deal with my Goods to Follow list. It wasn't until that officer had gone off to do something that I realized - he never asked me the three questions!! There was a moment where I looked over, and seeing him still there, wondered if I should go say something - but I thought I'd better not push my luck. When we were done with the Customs guy, we just put on our coats and walked out. Nobody said, "Congratuations" or even "Welcome to Canada". I think they hate me - but who cares? The
real people in my world love me, and love my daughter . . . and now, in spite of everything that's happened, Canada is finally a place where I belong. Nobody can take that away from me - nobody can threaten to separate us ever again.
And THAT makes it all worth it! ;D