So you were probably expecting this to be a post about how we only have two more nights in this house. How Henry helped me pack up all his Thomas trains and tracks and said, "I guess this is really real because where my trains go, I'm going too. Two more nights and then I get my new room!"
But the post about the new house will have to wait.
What could be more exciting than the new house?
This. That's two signed and sealed referral acceptance letters. That's right. We've got kids!
(And sorry if these descriptions are kinda cryptic. I don't want to divulge too much identifying information on the interwebs that could possibly interfere with our adoption.) Our children are biological siblings from a town whose primary language is Swahili. And because God likes to mock me with His sovereignty, the city where they are from was called Elizabethville under Dutch rule. And we got the referral the day after we closed on the new house. You know, when we actually had room for 4 kids. One year to the day from when we learned that Grace had two younger birth siblings and we first thought that perhaps we'd be a family of 6 one day.
Classic Jesus showing me what's up. I get it. I get it. You've got this. I'll just hold the tail while You skin this cat.
Our son, C, is a few months younger than Gracie. Our daughter, A, turned 1 over the summer. It is our fervent hope to have the kids home prior to her 2nd birthday. From this point, the average time frame is typically 6-9 months.
We haven't yet decided 100% on what we plan to name our children. With K and N, we planned to bump their African names to their middle names and give them family first names. We had planned to call K an American nickname for his African name. But our children's names given to them by their African birth mother are not your typical African names. They are French and the family names we had picked out just don't seem to fit them. We think we've settled on their names, but we aren't sure. So we are going to hold those close to the vest for a little while. So as for now, we are simply calling them their given names. But Gracie calls her little sister something completely different. She can say her sister's actual name, but prefers a nickname she has given her.
She is acting like a big sister already. Bossy and planning to not share her toys.
But we did get to send in packages for them to get at Christmas.
Next month, we hope to send them shoes, but we don't know their actual shoe sizes, so I think we will try to get them some Crocs. In order to insure that the packages make it through customs, it is best if we send them gently used items. Thankfully, I have friends who have kids roughly the same age as my youngest children.
We are over the moon.