Anticipation

I am the type of person who likes to challenge myself. I am eager to research something. I am excited to start it, organize it and then be persistent enough to get to the point of no return. Then, I feel like I am going to puke. This is the point where I need the gentle nudge and the "pep talk". I am not going to jump off with both feet, but I will drag my foot on the ground until there is nothing left to do but fall off the cliff. Right now, I am hanging on by the nail of my toe and know that the edge is in sight.

We are ready, I think. At very least we are as ready as we are going to be considering we board the flight today and won't be back in our own bed until the night of June 16th.

Oh, the anticipation. We anticipate the flight. We anticipate the feeling of stepping on to a continent for which we have never seen. We anticipate meeting Henock. We anticipate holding Henock. We anticipate staring at him for hours. We anticipate seeing the orphanage, the kids, the poverty. We anticipate meeting his birth mother. We anticipate seeing our son's birth country and trying to remember everything we can. We anticipate the flight home (a lot). We anticipate going through customs on the way home. We anticipate seeing our families at the airport. I can't wait.

And although we anticipate much, we do not expect. Whatever happens after boarding this flight we know will forever change us. We are excited to even have this opportunity and have enjoyed the ride. Now, let's go bring this kid home!

Signing off from the States with joyful anticipation of signing on in Africa!