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One Year Ago Today


One year ago, today. . .here is the news I got:

I am excited that you're about to adopt a cute little boy, dark skinned, a little shy but I understand he is very active back in school in Kibungo in the Eastern Province of Rwanda.

Cute? Yes. Dark Skinned? Absolutely. A little shy. . .who was this person kidding?!!?!? This was all the information (along with his name and birthday) that I got on Tiki from June until I met him in November. So I prayed fervently for my "shy" little boy to not be timid and scared. . .meanwhile God must have been enjoying my prayers knowing exactly who Tiki actually is!

What a crazy day it was one year ago. I was so overwhelmed with emotions. And now I have my boy and I know my boy. Thank you, God, for my cute, dark skinned and very outgoing little Tiki!

Comments

Tracy said…
Awesome!

I just got an e-mail from someone who was in ET and met my boys, and she described the older one as having a big personality...can't wait to meet him!
Meehaa said…
What inspired you and your husband to adopt this little boy? Do you live in Rwanda or work there? I was adopted as a little girl (here in the US) but have always considered adopting from other countires. Any advice? Maria

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