36 hours

I burst into tears this evening while standing in my kitchen washing dishes. I was imagining the moment when I walk off the plane in Omaha with Michael in my arms, trying not to sprint toward the exit where Dan and Max will be waiting for us.

I've known I was going to adopt since I was 8 years old. The dreams have changed over the years; I used to dream of walking off the plane with a beautiful Chinese baby girl in my arms. But I've imagined this moment, in some way, shape or form, for 23 years.

I still can hardly believe God's faithfulness and blessing on us -- just a little over two years ago we didn't know if we'd even ever have children, now here we are completing our second adoption in as many years. I cannot even express the joy and gratitude I feel when I think of these precious little boys I've been entrusted with.

So here we are, 36 hours from our departure to get our second son, who will be joining our family forever on Wednesday, less than nine months after we first began this journey, when I saw his precious face and God spoke to my heart, saying "I have chosen you for this boy."

Please pray for God's continued provision and protection as my friend Ashley and I travel to Uganda and attend appointments. We anticipate being there for the next three to four weeks. Dan will remain in Omaha with Max and Grandma, so that he can continue to work and we can spend time as a family once Michael and I arrive in the States.

Thank you once again for your continued support and encouragement throughout this process.