I must take the time to reminisce.
This time last year, Robbie and Bobbie were in a rickshaw. Who would ever have dreamed that the 2 little girls who used to walk barefoot down the dirt road to Granny's house would travel around the world. The two little girls who shared a 3/4 bed in a single wide trailer only 10 x 50 feet, would one day share the trip of a lifetime.
Aunt Bobbie was being Aunt Bobbie, always taking care of her neices and nephews, the one to hold them when Mama says she's tired, the one to share her lipstick, the one to give you a lift.
And, Stan, Robbie, and Josie-Tatum were posing before entering Tiananmen Square.
But the day before, we met Ellie! For the first time, I touched the hand I had prayed for so long. I heard her sweet voice. It was still 4 more days until Gotcha, but her being was finally a reality.
Please, please, please, please, please help my pray I can find my camera!
We leave tomorrow for Tampa, and the next day the doctor!