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Getting ready to bring our daughter home!!




We first saw her face at the end of April.   Her pictures fill our home.  Our hearts have been with her these long months.  And now, we are just days away from boarding a plane, seeing her country, experiencing her culture, and most importantly, holding her in our arms for the first time.  That day will be the last day she will be an orphan.  

"God sets the lonely in families" - Psalm 68:8

We have longed for this day to come and it is almost here!  We are thrilled, and excited and a little nervous too!

Our Gotcha day is exactly 6 months from the day we first saw her precious face!

Please pray for us.  For our travels and for our daughter!




I will attempt to update my blog as we travel.  
But, my time may just be taken up with this smiling face!




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  1. Hooray!!!! Oh, I hope you have a chance for updates but totally understand if it doesn't work. Prayers for you on this blessed journey!

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  2. What a beautiful smile to behold for the first time face to face. Blessings on your journey and safe travels. You'll be in my prayers.

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  3. Prayers for safe travel and as you wrap your girl in hugs.

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