At night, Uganda is pitch black, yet crawling with people, cars, bodas. Each tiny roadside shopping booth usually has a single dangling flashlight or string of Christmas lights, illuminating just enough to silhouette the hundreds of pedestrians, peddlers, club-goers, and shoppers. Red dust billowed from the car ahead of us, irritating my eyes, so I closed them. I closed my eyes to hug Amelia closely, breathe in the sweet scent of her baby hair, and feel warm African wind drying the tears on my cheeks. We were living a miracle. We were leaving Uganda to come home to be a family of four.
Sitting in the car on the way to the Entebbe airport, my mind wandered…
… back to that Sunday morning over 4 years ago when God impressed an urgency upon my heart that I would have children who did not come from my womb. Yes, this baby in my lap could not be more MINE.
|Saying goodbye to the hosts at our guest house.|
… back to Caroline’s first birthday when she received her first black baby doll. Ironically, that baby doll looks much like Amelia. I laughed. Caroline would soon be receiving her baby in the flesh!
|Eating dinner at the Entebbe airport.|
… back to each moment of the adoption process when I wondered whether we’d ever reach the finish line. Would the pain ever end and the joy of completion begin?
|About to board our flight!!!|
… back to an hour earlier when we’d left our guest house. Brad and I packed in a feverish rush, and in the end were shocked by the tears that came as we pulled away from the friends we’d lived with and the new life we’d lived for three brief weeks. We would miss our friends, and we would miss Uganda. But there was better in the near future. We were going home.
|Flight #1 of 2.|
Yes, we reached the finish line.
|Flight #2 of 2|
Thirty some-odd hours of international travel later, we touched down on American soil. I whispered to Amelia, “We’re almost home!” She flashed a big smile, as if she knew that life was about to become sweet.
Amelia received her first flowers as we exited the airport… and then she met my parents for the first time.
Two hours later, we arrived at our house. Amelia met more (great-)grandparents, and best of all, she met her sister.
My heart could have exploded.
We have been home for less than 3 days. So far, it has been the sweetest season of life I have ever known. God has worked miracles for our family. I am so in awe of His goodness.