Ethiopia {day 5}

Ethiopia {day 5}

I'm in a fragile place tonight as we fly away from a country that we have quickly learned to love and a boy that we love even more.

It's been another great day and one that was obviously orchestrated and ordained by God.   We started the day by meeting another adoptive couple, Zac and Amber Harder, at breakfast.  The Harders were here for their second trip in the process, the one that we will now long for until it comes to fruition.  They were an absolute answer to prayer for us, as their case is very similar to ours, even down to not having their MOWA letter at court, and yet, they only had 8 weeks between their two trips.  I'm trying not to be too set on a time frame, as that is what typically sends me over the edge, but, they were so encouraging to us nonetheless!  Speaking of the MOWA letter, they were unable to get it again today.  We were sad, but not completely surprised.  We are cautiously optimistic that they will be able to get it next week.

Bek had another amazing day!  He was crying again in his room when we got there and when we got him from his room, he stopped immediately.  He was quiet for a bit and acted a little tired, but still wanted down to steal the toys from the other babies and play "escape" {a game where he crawls around all the obstacles to try to escape the rainbow room}.  After we'd been there about an hour and a half, we fed him his cereal and then played some more until he got a little fussy and I bounced him to sleep.  I then took him to his room to finish his nap so that we could go eat lunch.  

We had lunch with Kristine and the Harders at the Downtown Cafe where we shared pizza and conversation.  I know I've said it before, but it is worth mentioning again that we have been so blessed with the friendships we have made and cultivated here in Addis.  These are friends that we will always share this connection with who have the same passion as we do for orphans.  Just another added bonus in this amazing journey.

We returned from lunch to bottle time.  Bek was in his crib laying on his side with droopy, sleepy eyes, a bottle propped up on his blanket so that it would stay in his mouth.  I walked into his nursery and held his hand while he drank. It was an amazing, tender moment between mommy and son.

When he was done, I picked him up and took him to the rainbow room, where we had the best afternoon.  He was happy and cuddly and rambunctious and sweet and ornery all rolled up into this perfect little boy that God has chosen for our family.  

Although tonight as we fly 36000 feet above Africa my heart is breaking and I am longing to hold my sweet boy, I know that this is just a moment in time. We have been chosen for a difficult process that will help to complete our family and bring glory to God.  We are so thankful for our Savior, for when we are weak, He is strong.  And soon, our sweet boy will be with our family forever.