We made it back to Nashville yesterday afternoon after 30 hours of traveling and about 21 hours on an airplane. While I miss being in Ethiopia, at this point I’m just really glad to be on the ground!
Friday was a tough day emotionally, but we made it and my heart is actually filled with peace. We headed over to Hannah’s Hope at 9:00 and played just like we did the other days. Our little guy was outside and ran to the van when he saw we were inside. Not long after that, however, he started acting very strangely. He was very clingy and didn’t want anything to do with Brad. He wanted me to carry him the whole time and didn’t want to play (which isn’t like him). He cried a little at one point, and Almaz came out and asked him if he wanted some new shoes. He did, so we went into the storage room, and he picked out a pair. He was SO proud of those shoes and strutted back out to the courtyard to show them off! He just kind of crept out there at first, looking down at them as he walked, and waited to see if any of the kids would notice. When they didn’t, he decided to call each child by name and pointed at them. It was so funny! After that, he was all better, and we had a good time.
* (These are his new shoes & his sweet little hand!)
When it was time for lunch, tears welled up in his eyes, and it was ALL I could do to hold mine in. He’s a smart little guy, and he’d figured out early on that we would leave soon after lunch was over. He finally stopped crying, and Brad and I fed him his lunch (injera and shiro wat). In Ethiopian culture, feeding someone shows that you love them, and I had kind of wanted to feed him all week long. He settled down, and we blew LOTS of bubbles and played soccer after lunch.
Because he had figured out that we are his parents earlier in the week, Almaz was honest with him when it was time for us to go. She told him that we were going back to America to get him some new clothes, some toys & some candy and that we would be back to take him home. He instantly looked sad and wouldn’t look us in the eyes. Almaz said that he agreed with the part about us bringing him new things but didn’t agree with us leaving. We loved on him, and I took his little face in my hands and gave him one last kiss. Then we got in the van. I somehow managed to hold it together until we backed out of the gate, and then I sobbed and did the ugly cry. I’ll never forget him turning to look at us as we backed out.
By the time we got back to the hotel, I suddenly felt a strange sense of peace and had stopped crying. That morning at Hannah’s Hope, Almaz had given us a disc of pictures of our little guy with his birth mom and little sister. When we got in our room, I popped the disc in my laptop. As we looked through all of the pictures and read the interview that was done with her, I just cried and cried. Honestly it was far more emotional than saying goodbye to him. I believe God allowed me to have perspective in that moment and realize that my goodbye was NOTHING in comparison to her goodbye. She said goodbye for forever, and I was only saying goodbye for a few weeks. Her pain was far more agonizing than the pain I felt. My heart broke again for her and for him. In the pictures, he looks so content and comfortable with her. He looks so happy. There are ones of just him and her and ones of him holding and kissing on his little sister. I just sat there and grieved for all of them and thanked God for her and her sacrifice. She loves him so much that she made the decision to let him go so he could live and thrive. She wasn’t able to provide for him, and so she made the choice to give him life. She most certainly did not abandon him. She made the hardest decision of her life because she loves him more than she loves herself. I’m so thankful that we have the pictures, and we will always treasure them and her.
We left the hotel around 4:30 and headed to the airport. As we drove there, I just couldn’t believe that our time was over. I began to realize how much I would miss being there. Our flight from Addis Ababa to Dubai left late, so we had the joy of sprinting through the Dubai airport trying to make our connecting flight to New York. Thankfully we made the final call and then ended up sitting on the runway for over an hour before flying off into the night sky toward the United States. After 14 hours on that plane, we landed in New York early yesterday morning. We felt soooo rough and were just ready to get home at that point. We made it back to Nashville around 1:30 PM and managed to stay awake until about 9:45 last night. It felt SO good to sleep in our bed and get a full 8 hours of sleep! We got Riley & Cole back this afternoon, and it was really good to be back together! It’s strange to know, though, that we have a son half way across the world, and I cannot wait until we’re all under one roof. I’ve thought about him so many times today and wondered what he was doing and what is going through that little head of his. We believe he really understood that we’re coming back, and I’m hoping he’ll trust that it’s true over the next days and weeks until we can get to him again.
We’re hoping to hear about our Embassy appointment this week, and then we’ll have a better idea about when we’ll travel back to Ethiopia. Stay tuned . . . I’ll keep you posted!
* (Almaz & me . . . she is so wonderful & we are thankful for her! My hair looked crazy all week because I fried my flat iron the second day we were there . . . oops!)








































