The Moment We've Been Waiting For...

Came.

Last night in the middle of our bible study, we received a call from Kentucky.  Our adoption coordinator said she had a potential referral so I called Jamey into our bedroom.  She said they had a 4 month old boy with a minor special need, a polydactyly, or extra "little finger" on his left hand, and would we be interested in him?  Are you kidding me!  Of course!  No question.  I really didn't care if he had eight extra fingers.

She sent a picture of his hand, and I cried at the first glimpse of my son.  Our son.  It's surreal to say it even now.  She called us back a bit later with a full profile.  He's gorgeous, and I can't stop looking at him.  His Ethiopian name is Tesfa which means hope.  Perfect.  He is that.  Hope.  He gives me hope for all those, still waiting.  I have renewed hope in the One who brought him to us--that He would give my messy, redeemed self a privilege such as this is humbling.

We celebrated with our sweet, sweet, authentic bible study.  They had gone to get wine & cake & ice cream while we were on the phone. 

Then we went to get the girls who were at my parents'.  Siena was sleeping so we sat down privately with Grace and told her that we had a picture of the brother she'd been praying for for over a year now.  Her excitement was priceless.  She slept last night with his picture on her pillow.  She's still talking about how beautiful he is.

It's overwhelming and we are in awe. 

Thank you for all of your prayers and support.  This little boy is a miracle, and just like our girls, he's always been plan A for our family.  Only He could orchestrate this.  Oh, praise Him!