Birth Certificates

For a year and a half, we have talked to 5 kids in Peru like this (below).  I love this picture because it's the only picture of "all" of us that we will have until we're all in the same place for the first time.  If it's too hard to see, they're talking to us on the computer. :)

We've learned what foods they like and don't like, who likes pets and who doesn't, who fights with who, who their best friends are.  They like to flex muscles with Scott and show off their dance moves.  It seems crazy that we've gotten to know each other this way and that they chose to come live with Americans that they've never actually seen in real life.  It's like a drawn out arranged marriage!

But today, I received their history on paper. Nothing terribly thorough. Their names written out and actual birthdates.  Their places of birth and their parents name.  Mother's Name.  Father's Name.  Ages.  All of the kids were born at home.  Their mom has such a pretty name.  Their parents were somewhere between 16 and 18 years apart (the documents don't all match up perfectly).  They were real people.  Of course I knew that!  But to see their birth certificates, I remember getting Laney's and how it felt to hold my newborn.  And I remember that their parents loved them too.  I want to think that they would be pleased to know that we chose their kids and will love them like our own.

"Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you...". (Jeremiah 1:5).  God had their story written long before all of this.  And He knows what He's doing!

I sent the immigration paperwork to our agency today so it's all out of our hands.  Now, the timing is up to the Lord.

Busy weekend ahead with a wedding, Logan coming home (and almost her birthday) and more!