Missing My Girl!

I'm sitting here listening to Her Highnesss singing something about beef jerky, our dog, and her new gold shoes. And, as always, she makes me laugh. She is never silent or still except in sleep and I wouldn't change her at all. But it also makes me miss my other little girl who was constantly singing and dancing while we were with her. Wednesday will be two weeks since we filed the immigration paperwork, so according the estimate we were given at the Embassy, we'll be about halfway to the end. Then you have to factor in Ghana Time (everyone who is familiar with this concept just rolled their eyes or let out a frustrated sigh) and a passport hiccup from the first trip means we have about another week added to the visa process, so we're more realisticially 1/3 of the way there. Suddenly that seems like a long time because Little Sister made me promise that we would bring her home soon. And I said we would, as fast as we could. But how does the waiting feel to a 6 year old, if her Mama is already going nuts after two weeks! I wonder if she believed me when I made that promise? I hope, I pray and I trust that we will see her again soon, and this time we will not have to leave her behind.

Time Flies

While uploading our trip photos for printing, I came across this one in an old album. As you can see, the kids have changed just a little in the last four years. But it felt like about four minutes!

Home Again

We are back home as of midnight last night. So much to sort through in our suitcases, our minds and especially our hearts. And a little piece of those are somewhere in Ghana with a sweet, sassy, cutie patootie of a girl.

I expected to spend a great deal of time praying for our health on this trip. instead, I was MUCH more focused on our safety, but only when we were in a moving vehicle. In case you wonder what driving is like in Accra, J sent his brother a text message (from the passenger seat of our taxi) detailing where to find our Will and fireproof box containing important documents. That was only RIDING in a car there, and J has nerves of steel. Driving? Inconceivable!

P.S. I added a picture of us with LS. Be kind. We definitely look like we're on day 9 in Ghana!

XXX rated

Sitting at the XXX in Buduburam. Best spaghetti evah. Little Sister is amazing, all of the children are beautiful. In the middle of nowhere, Ghana, we can write a blog post. Technology is wonderful, especially when it is used to keep my Ghanaian Coca Cola cold.

The connection here is sketchy, but we are here safely and enjoying every minute. Yes, I said every minute.

Good News From a Far Country!!

"As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country." Proverbs 25:25


This scripture has been on the sidebar for a few months. Lately it has new meaning. We are now a family of SEVEN! Little Sister (who is actually a Big Sister to the Princess) is finally ours, officially and legally. We will travel sometime soon to meet her and file our I600. Then we just wait for approval and bring her home. I cannot wait to squeeze her and hear that giggle again!

There were a few days when I felt like this might not happen. But way more days when I knew it would because there was so much resistance. I struggle with having patience and faith when things are difficult. But I am stubborn, and she is our daughter, and I have my Father in Heaven to hold my hand when all I can do is reach out and hang on. I always make fun of J's impatience when we are driving, going through a line somewhere or waiting for something insignificant. But when it is something BIG like this adoption, and like Bugs' adoption, his faith never wavers and he seems to be able to wait as long as it takes without complaint. He knows the desired result and knows it will come. The "Dark Side" cannot sway his course. Master Yoda, he is much like.

Ready, OKAY!

Since we live in Utah, the most appropriate phrase I can think of is Oh My Heck! We have a cheerleader in our home. And a full-contact football player. An X-Man, which means he is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and/or flatten most other kids his age. I'm not sure which is more frightening to me. Probably the cheerleading. To all of my friends who know what a Herkie is and can do one, you know I love ya!

And One More Time!

If my task in this adoption journey is to learn to curb my potty mouth, I'm going to have to ask for a do-over of today.