Major butterflies

Once again we're on the T-minus clock with less than twelve hours til our flight to New Delhi and my insides have metamorphosed into a very large family of butterflies who give no sign of quieting down. We are finally taking the first real steps toward getting Hamid's visa to the States and I'm desperate to know the outcome.
Having never dealt with this kind of thing before we must look at it as something that could go either way - but we're leaning with hope and anticipation toward the positive.
I honestly can't imagine the U.S. Embassy looking at Hamid and our well-prepped paperwork accompanied by a disk of pictures of us goofing around and kissing eachother over the past year, and saying anything other than "Sure, come on in!" but this is politics and red tape and all the regulations that accessorize life in a post-9/11 world.
Like a miniseries, each episode must necessarily end with questions that can only be answered in the next installment - such is the nature of our life - and so the only honest reply to questioning friends and relatives who ask excitedly, "When are you coming?" is, "We'd like to know the answer to that question too..."

Stay tuned to find out.