Over Halloween weekend, my dear friend Nicole drove with her two kiddos from Ohio to our little place in the Shenandoah Valley. We talk and text an obscene number of times a day, so to hang out face to face again was the greatest gift.
Before that weekend, the last time we were together we were riding motor bikes on the dirt roads of central Africa, eating fufu, and dancing foolishly in the orphanage yard where three of our kids live.
This time, we gathered back home with (some of) our little people in tow.
Between our two families, we have three more kiddos (not pictured), living on the other side of the ocean and waiting to join this wild bunch. And our sweet friend Jen, who wasn’t able to make the drive, also has two kiddos living in the same orphanage, plus two bio kids at home.
We’ve found our friendship to be one of the main sources of sanity over this very insane journey.
I cannot wait until the photos are complete with ALL of our kids, brought together in such unlikely ways.
If you’re in a hard place of waiting or trial, I so hope you have someone to journey with you that gets it. No, no one can fully understand your struggle and your pain, but there are people walking similar roads and fighting similar battles.
Find those people.
Make time for them.
Interrupt your schedule for them.
Because not only do you need them, they need you. You were not meant to walk this road alone.
Also, Nicole’s husband is currently living near our kids’ orphanage and daily caring for the kids’ needs.
10% of November Shop sales will go directly here, to help offset the costs of living expenses and expenses related to care of the kids.
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