It’s a Ugandan weekend here at my house. We’ve got visitors galore from Uganda because there’s a production at our church– all of which I will describe and explain over the next few days, but for now I have to share what I got my hands on at church today!This sweet nine month old girl belongs to one of the staff on the tour and naturally I snatched her up from my good friend Tarah. Everyone in the service thought we went to Ugnda during the week and were home with our baby by the next service. I only wish it could be that easy. They’ll notice we’ve been gone for six weeks and know for sure we are away with the adoption.
Once I got my hands on her she had all of my necklace in her mouth, she played with my teeth, fiddled with my earrings, bounced on my lap and tried to poke out my eye. Happy. When they were singing she was in my lap watching it and she began to clap along and coo in tune. When our pastor began his sermon, she nestled into the crook of my arm, sucked a couple fingers and fell fast asleep. I don’t think I heard a word of the message. No matter I’ll do penance for the pleasure I found watching this baby sleep. I took in the dark beauty of her skin, the thick row of eyelashes, the sweet plump pink in the center of her full mouth and those tiny little fingers clutching the soft spot of my arm. Feeling her soft form wrap into the heart of my body awakened in me a ferocious appetite to have my own Kira right there. The boys were in the row with us watching me with this little baby and I could see the curiosity they had for what having a baby will look like. I know from the expressions in their faces that they too are excited. Soon, very soon the separation from our daughter will end and we will begin a new story for our family. Sometimes I find it all so hard to believe it’s really going to happen because it’s so impersonal with lawyers, courts and agencies. But when I get an encouragement like holding this baby today it helps me get through the tedious wait because I remember it will be so worth it.