So - my hand written journal entry from somewhere over the northern hemisphere...
I am not nearly far enough into this plane ride from Chicago to Beijing. Not even 6 hours of this 13 1/2 hour flight down. It feels like the same snail's pace the past 6 1/2 months have been.
I am trying to stay calm amid the bouncing. I am trusting God has a job for me to do, so nothing is going to happen.
I am thinking that as Abraham is waking up now (7:30 BJ time - Saturday a.m.) that today is a pretty signifigant day in his life. In many ways, it is like so many days before. Breakfast. Play time. Time with friends. Nap time. But in many ways, it will be his last day of "normal".
Tomorrow - Sunday the 19th - he will wake up trusting the day will go much the same as every other day. Except tomorrow his bath might last oddly longer. And his clothes won't be the standard issue, but likely new American clothing donated to the orphanage at some time. He won't quite understand why the ayi's (nannies) are holding him closer and tighter and longer. His crib will be emptied and cleaned and surely he won't understand why it is empty.
He will be taken to a room that he has been to at least once before - when our precious video was captured.
And I will be there. Smiling. And talking. And maybe crying……
This - one of the happiest days of my life will surely be one of the most difficult days of his.
