One year ago...
we packed a half dozen bags, boarded an enormous plane, got picked up at a foreign airport by a man we'd never met, and first held the 15 month old boys that have become our sons.
I've recently gone back and read through my husband's amazing writings from our week in Ethiopia. Written after our first day with the boys:
"This is the consequence of a world fractured by sin. The fight to rebuild it is beautiful but ugly. It's hard because it's redemptive, and redemption comes with great cost."
This first year has been exactly that.