“Remember when we would walk to the store to buy bananas, Daddy, and sometimes avocados!?” she said excitedly. She might as well have been saying “remember when those days we rode a whale in the ocean together.”
These golden moments of childhood were scrap-booked in her memory.
The six weeks we spent in Uganda adopting our most recent two seemed to threaten all I’d known of establishing family. Many of our days were spent, all of us and often a few others, cramped into the back seat of a small van driving dirt roads chasing paperwork. Our children had no routine. They were up late and often begrudged the needed nap because we had another affidavit to track ..read more