Leaving Haiti

Today we begin the process of coming home to Brunswick, and my heart is a mix of emotions.

I can't wait to have Eden and Bethany in my arms. I miss them and my soul aches to be together again. I can't wait to see my parents and my in-laws. I can't wait to sleep in my bed. And a warm shower with water I can drink will be nice too.

But my heart aches.

I feel a nearness to our son here. As my heart deepens in love for him and his homeland, I feel close. In learning to sing in creole, and speak some parts of the language, in the fierce pride Haitians have for their land and in their sheer determination for a better way, I feel his nearness.

My heart ahces.

As I look on the face of the children, I can't help but wonder- will my son have the same eyes? Or the same nose? Will he have the same deep laugh that has carried us this week?

My heart ahces.

A morning sickness of sorts? Could that be this equivalent? An adopting mother body's way of preparing for the gift that is yet to come?

Thank you, friends, for your great support. We are so very close to our goal and it is only because of your generosity and love that we have. 

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And our Pure Chairty campaign: 

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