this is the day that the lord has made

Three years ago today, I woke up with the Ethiopian sun.
It was hazy and gray - the type of morning that points to a day of sunshine and heat.
I lay under the blankets, butterflies dancing in my stomach, and smiled.

This is the day that the Lord has made...
  This was the morning we were to pick up our son.
64 days after first holding him in our arms...
Thousands of miles of ocean finally evaporated between us...
Reams of paperwork finally in order...
And now, only a few hours and a short car ride separated us.

Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
An excerpt from my journal from that morning:
My brain cannot comprehend that we are picking up Bo today - for good!
I mean, I understand that it's happening, but it doesn't seem real.
I have been waiting for this day for so long.
I think I keep expecting the worst, in my heart of hearts.
We've been cautioned and have heard so many stories of bad scenarios...
I think all of that is currently assailing me.
I know that God is in control. Father, calm my heart.
3 hours. 3 hours and our lives are going to change so drastically.

This is the day that the Lord has made...

On the drive over and as we made our way to the entrance of the Thomas Center,
I was a bundle of contradictions. Feeling nervous and at peace.
Feeling ready and completely unprepared.
We stepped inside and our translator explained that we were Bonsa's parents.
I heard footsteps on the stairs, and a nanny appeared, holding him.
She placed him in Doug's arms and gave me a bouquet of flowers.
Shortly afterward, we walked back out the door - a family of three.

Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
My heart is so full.
When I watch Doug holding Bo.
When I listen to Bo's snorty little breathing.
When I gaze at his round tummy... his gorgeous lashes...
touch his soft skin... hear his amazing laugh -
my heart feels like bursting. 
Like it's just too big and full of love to be contained in my chest.
To be honest - every time I look in the mirror, I'm a little surprised to see me.
I feel so different.

This is the day that the Lord has made...
Many times I lose sight of the amazing hand of God in the formation of our family.
I get caught up in the details of daily life.
I think it's our tendency as temporal creatures in flawed relationships.
We forget the enrapturing emotions that once enveloped our every step. 
The way our hearts quickened at the sight of our beloved.
The awe of first beholding a baby that emerged from our bodies.
And the overwhelming joy of holding a little boy that God has led you to from around the world.

Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
Today, as I reflect on our journey of becoming a family,
I'm reminded that every single day is the day that the Lord has made.
And I pray that these days of remembrance become far more frequent 
as we praise Him for His faithfulness to us even amidst the daily details.

Father God, be glorified in and through our family.
May we be a testament to your grace and love.
Thank you for uniting us. Thank you for creating family.
Thank you for this sweet angel boy asleep beside me.
Thank you for my amazing, strong and patient husband.
Draw us ever closer to one another. Be the foundation of our family.
Draw us to you and help us desire the things of your heart.
God, I praise you for your goodness and faithfulness.
And Lord, a very selfish request...
please, please no poop geysers on the plane.

Happy 3 year Family Day, Bonsa Boy.