The closer we get to leaving for Colombia, the more I start to measure time in the things I use rather than the clock on the wall or the calendar on my phone.
We are leaving soon. I know this because I will only drink 17 more cups of coffee before I board the plane. I will still be using the same bottle of shampoo. I will fill the gas tank three more times. I will eat two more loaves of bread.
That’s how close I am to giving Diego a big hug and calling him my son.
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oh oh oh! What joy!
I am remembering all those anxious feelings as we approach our third Gotcha Day. Can you believe we are all celebrating three years and you are approaching a first Gotcha Day with Diego? We are excited and we will be praying everyday. Love from the Lohrstorfers.
So exciting to see God’s planning come full circle! Continued prayers in your journey