Being here in Ethiopia again is approximately three billion times more amazing than I anticipated. We love it here. In that love totally fails to describe how we feel about it here. The people, the traffic, the crummy phone connections, the taxis, the smells, the food, the people, everything. The good the bad, all of it. Driving around though people see me as ferengi, white foreigner, I don't feel like it. It feels like a second home. We are making more friends. Putting down more roots here. Can one have roots in two places? Can one jump between roots?
Our daughters are officially ours. We are legally theirs. We passed court, we've spent amazing hours with them. I don't know how to say this without being snobby or preachy or obnoxious but it must be said, adopting older children is possibly the biggest leap of faith of our lives. And three days in the return on faith investment is overwhelming. I wish more people could experience the awe, and the joy that we are experiencing. I will not be so ridiculous to suggest that it will ever be easy, or that everyone should do it, but life-alteringly beautiful? That I can stand behind, as much as someone who is three days in can stand behind something.
They are everything. Brilliant, strong, special, capable, emotional, happy, perceptive, helpful. The adjectives are pathetic. The girls, well, we are officially the luckiest people on the planet.
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Bliss is my middle name. "Mom" is my first name, according to my two new daughters.
Yeah, they call me Mom.