On Wednesday afternoon, after receiving the passports and dropping the kids' off with grandma, we headed to the Department of Motor Vehicles. We carried with us what we have affectionately termed our "life book" - a three-ring binder with everything from passports to birth certificates to adoption decrees to vehicle titles. We also carried forwarded mail, hoping to use that as proof of residency in order to obtain our Delaware driver's licenses.
After a long, hot wait in line (and watching two of the three employees leave on break) we approached the no-nonsense lady behind the counter. Among other things, we provided a letter from the senior pastor of a supporting church in Delaware which confirmed our status as missionaries and explained our change of address. Unfortunately, none of the items we presented were accepted and in no time flat we had been dismissed!
(My dad found it humorous that we overcame the passport giant only to be thwarted by the state of Delaware!)
We returned home and the following day we set up a bank account, asked for a signed statement from the bank, and printed off a credit card statement from the internet which showed our new address. With proof of residency in hand we returned to the long, hot line and waited once again. This time there were two employees but our lot fell to our same no-nonsense lady! We could feel the eyes of those in line behind us boring into our backs as we launched into the long and complicated explanation of who we were and why we needed these licenses. This time, she seemed to sympathize a little more but the end result was the same ... come back at the end of the month with further proofs of residency.
Aaargh! We headed for home and then decided to try one last-ditch effort. Driving across town, we presented ourselves at a different DMV with the same paperwork as before. This time? No line, no waiting, no questions asked ... and we walked out of there in 20 minutes with our new licenses!
And He does it again ...!!