i never thought my life would look like this. never ever.
i spent the day writing with my good friend, sean. we wrote a song that i am so very proud of, which is a big deal in itself, at his home studio which meant that we got to take breaks downstairs with his wife mae and their sweet baby abi. abi made her way home to tennessee from ghana, the place of her birth, this last fall. a sweet reminder of what josh and i are fighting for ourselves these days.
i got an e-mail this afternoon from my friend ashley, who is exactly who i wish i had been at her young age. she is living at the covering for 6 months and working primarily with the special needs kids. she is also one of the most courageous people i know. and she just turned 19. yesterday. she sent a snapshot of a hilarious moment she captured between our twins, gerald & geraldine, who were digging into a box of chalk in their underwear. i can't tell you what it means to get these kinds of normal life updates from her. i am beyond fortunate to not miss these sorts of moments.
i spent the evening with three of my dear friends who are in the thick of this africa business with me. one of them founded the raining season, one of them is our travel coordinator, and one of them is our marketing and merchandising coordinator. see? the very thick of it. after dinner we made our way back to our founders home where we were greeted by her 5 children, 3 of whom are the first children to leave the covering since the adoption ban was lifted last year. these children have been fought for, prayed for, wanted, missed, and loved for years on end waiting for their arrival. and they are thriving. they cuddled with me, hugged me, danced for me, and force fed me brownies. ok. no one has ever force fed me brownies. they might have forcibly removed them from my death grip to save me from myself, but that's the only way the words 'force' and 'brownie' have ever been used in a sentence together where i'm concerned.
i came home to my husband. well, husband on african soil and in my heart. he'll legally become my husband this saturday in a small family only ceremony that we'll hold in the backyard of our first home together. my dress is hanging in the closet in a bedroom that will, God willing, belong to our children before the year is up.
i want to play this day on repeat. i want to bathe in the accents that our founder's children share with our own. i want the song sean and i wrote about this adoption boat we are in to be the soundtrack to every day i have left to live. i want to laugh with my friends that truly understand my every move. i want to always come home to my husband greeting me at the door reminding me to pick up his pants from the tailor so he isn't half naked at our wedding.
tonight, for the first time in awhile, i feel... well, full.
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