Twenty Days

20 days.
480 hours.
28,800 minutes.

And we'll be on a plane. 
Headed for Africa.
To meet our son.

Feelings of
excitement
fear
joy
love
and impatience
are all mixed together.

I've imagined our first meeting a thousand different times...and soon, it will be a reality.

I've been told he gives great high-fives...
And I can't wait to give him one myself.
And a hug.
And a kiss.
And to hold him.
And let him know we are family.

Family.
A mom and dad.
Two sisters.
Grandmas and papas.
Uncles, an aunt and some crazy cousins.
Lots of family.
Church family.
And friends.

He has no idea what he is getting into.
And how much he is already loved.
And how many people have prayed for this day.

But soon he'll know.

20 days.

Lauren