|A picture of my closet this weekend. (Ha ha)|
Caroline and I spent our entire Saturday packing for Uganda. It sounds crazy to say that my two year old helped me pack, but she did. We made Target trips together, sat together on top of vacuum-seal bags to get the air out, and shoved oatmeal packets and Rice Krispy treats into every gap we could find in my stuffed suitcases. I probably spent close to 20 hours this weekend packing, and Caroline was helping during most of it.
She is a tough little girl. Twice, her eyes clouded over and she told me, “I want to go to Africa with you.” But then she would go back to sweetly chirping about how Daddy would be gone for a while and then come home, and that Mommy would still be gone for a long time, and then Mommy and Amelia would both come home and she would be so happy. I am so glad that she understands the upcoming sequence of events. I would hate for her to wonder whether we’re returning at all. Five weeks without your mom is a long time for an almost three year old.
We are PRAYING to any day now hear when our Ugandan court date will be. Could we really be on the brink of booking plane tickets?! I don’t know. This good news feels surreal because we have seen so many delays during our adoption process. But I am ready.
So is Caroline.
She plays “Amelia” all of the time. She turns dolls and stuffed animals into Amelia, putting them in Amelia’s bibs and Bumbo seat, giving them Amelia’s bottles, and kissing them. When a doll isn’t around, Caroline creates an imaginary friend version of Amelia. Sometimes, she pretends that she IS Amelia.
Please pray that our good news is real. We are beyond ready to hold our daughter. Please pray that we travel soon – in January even. It is time.