Less than a month after that phone conversation, Jaclyn and I packed up and boarded a plane for Ethiopia to meet our sweet boy for the first time. We spent 19 wonderful yet tiring days in Ethiopia sightseeing, enjoying Ethiopian hospitality and culture, and cherishing every moment with our sweet boy.
The old ways of living, the outdated patterns and systems we put in place cannot sustain evolving family dynamics. Such an effort would be as foolish (to use the words of Jesus) as putting a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, or putting new wine in an old wineskin.
The unpolished truth is it takes years (depending on the country you’re dealing with) to adopt a child internationally. Our story is the norm. It’s messy. It’s beautiful. It’s frustrating and exhilarating…a dream come true and my worst nightmare.
Abigail means “my father’s joy,” and she brings us a lot of joy even to this day, but mostly we think of her as our little miracle.
In Ethiopia witnesses appeared at the U.S. Embassy to testify and validate the reports concerning Dawit’s abandonment - the legitimacy of his orphan status.
So for us having two minis wasn’t enough but 5 was too many. A comfortable number was somewhere between what we both grew up with.