After talking with Tammi well into the evening, I couldn't wait to get home and verbally vomit every word of our conversation to Tim. When I walked in that front door and started spewing words that all ran together and probably sounded like "Ghana-prayers-Tammi-orphanage-shoes-baby-adopt-now-please-now-now-NOW!" I didn't expect my sweet hubby to know what hit him.
However, 4 years of marriage must have taught Tim something because he managed to decipher my mumbling mess of emotions...and he understood! We sat on the deck, wrapped up in Michigan humidity and Ghanaian questions, and we knew that God was with us.
After years of praying that we would know the "right time" to grow our family, and pleading on behalf of orphans across the world (with the sneaking suspicion that one of them would someday become our son or daughter,) our answer had arrived. With tears in his hopeful eyes, Tim's final question was, simply, "how do we get him home?"
And so began our journey to baby E.
However, 4 years of marriage must have taught Tim something because he managed to decipher my mumbling mess of emotions...and he understood! We sat on the deck, wrapped up in Michigan humidity and Ghanaian questions, and we knew that God was with us.
After years of praying that we would know the "right time" to grow our family, and pleading on behalf of orphans across the world (with the sneaking suspicion that one of them would someday become our son or daughter,) our answer had arrived. With tears in his hopeful eyes, Tim's final question was, simply, "how do we get him home?"
And so began our journey to baby E.