Rainy Sad Day

I am sad today because across the ocean our son is there. Waiting for his family, not even knowing who we are yet, or that we exist. I wonder what he has gotten to eat today, maybe a bowl of rice or beans and yet here we sit with a fridge full of yummy food. I pray he got to drink clean water today, and that he doesn't get hurt or sick, or lice. I hope that someone today was kind to him, and gave him a hug. I want to hug him and hold his tiny dark little hand in mine. I feel like I was born for this, just like I knew I would one day be a mom, I know I was born to be a mom to him. If a white person could have some African in their blood, I must have some in there somewhere. I love the food, the music, the culture. It truly is beautiful. I might not be the perfect mom, I certainly am not the best at figuring out how to discipline...I would much rather just have fun and love on my kids. But I am his mom. And he is our son. Watching the Ugandan orphans last night I could hardly hold back the tears watching them dance and smile, playing their drums. The louder the drums got, the more I had to smile to keep from crying. I got to meet an amazing family who has adopted their precious girl from Ethiopia, and she is the same age as Akwasi. I am so amazed at how God works because they were sitting right behind us. I can't wait to see the two of them play together. I know God's timing is best, and I trust Him.