A lot of the call consisted of explaining the process to us- the necessary forms, the home study, the immigration paperwork, and what will take place while we are in Uganda. I listened and tried to take it all in. There are so many steps and details that it took quite a bit of effort to
keep up and process all the information.
Quite unintentionally, I found myself going through the motions mentally, unconsciously visualizing everything. I could see us staying in a guest house, I could hear the accents of our guide, the lawyer, and the judges. I could taste the food we aren’t accustomed to. But then the lady started talking about the time we would be able to spend with “our child” . . .
Oh my goodness.
Then I could feel the protective father coming out in me at the thought of the physical exams he will have to go through. I could feel the stress and weariness after our court appointments. I could feel the anticipation of getting back on the plane to come home. And I could feel the overwhelming desire to come through my front door, collapse onto my floor, and wrap my arms around my wife and THREE boys- my whole family. I could feel the relief, the joy, the satisfaction, and the contentment of that moment. It all became very real to me today.
I know it’s a lot of steps. I know it won’t be easy- or cheap. I don’t know exactly how we’re going to do it all. But I know this: that when that moment arrives when I am holding my whole family in my arms at one time- it will be far better than I imagined it today.