A few weeks ago I re-read the posts I had written right after our referrals. Strange. To remember having only three crazies running around. To remember waiting and waiting to see those precious faces. Then the excruciating wait for court and travel. Wondering about how these two would fit into the family. Praying that they were being loved in Ethiopia.
Two years later, five kids crowd around the laptop to look at the pictures I'm searching for.
"Our first pictures of you. We were so excited."
It is reminiscent of the first day we saw the pictures. We were crowded around the laptop, exclaiming and shouting. Today, little people trickle into the kitchen from around the house, sitting on my lap and squeezing next to me. Remembering the time before we were seven. When two of us were very far away and very unfamiliar. Reminiscing about the trip to Ethiopia and meeting for the first time. Laughter at the funny pictures from our first few days as seven. Big brothers accommodating a new little sister by drinking her muddy "buna" from a pink teacup. Tolerating pasta meal after meal because that was all that was familiar. The older siblings trying so hard to make Fetya and Yohannes love them.
Two years later...