We talked Africa

We sat in the living room for lunch today. It's Saturday and Auburn is in some championship game for basketball.  They've won three games in a row against SEC teams!!!! So it's pretty impressive.  Naturally, when AU plays at meal time, routines of gathering at the breakfast table are traded for munching around the high table in the living room. We've talked before as we sat for lunch in front of the TV about this country called Africa.  It hangs in a predominant spot next to the bookshelf, above the table, and to the left of the TV.  Today you said it. "Af." you pointed.  Again and again each time trying to make sense of the word you were doing your best to say.  I explained to you that mama Ana dada were trying to bring a baby he from Africa.  Uganda, I pointed.  

"Af. Baby." You pointed and said.  

Be still my heart. 

You're getting it. So much! So many conversations. You're in them. Comprehending. Listening. Talking. Adding to them. I'm amazed.

I sat next to the framed print and stared at you. In awe. Thanking God. That HIS plan is greater. That I don't get it. Why did adoptions shut down/slow down in Uganda?  He knew.  He knows.  He gave us you, Will!!!!!  He gave us you.  

And so sitting there my heart hurts that my dreams, hopes, prayers weren't answered how I wanted/thought.  Even more so, I'm overwhelmed by His goodness and sovereignty.  I look at you, the most precious gift, and thank God for His immense love He showed us by adding you to our family.  You made us a family. A Mama and Daddy!  

Oh, how we adore you, Will!