Ok, so we are in the first phase of an international adoption. We have three girls (14, 11, and 2) and we feel that God gave us the two year old because He wants us to fill the gap in order to complete our family. And from what I know about human physiology, that is not possible biologically.
This brings about an interesting dynamic: "Domita (Little Princess) Hope" is alive and is out there... somewhere. She is experiencing things that are out of our control. Is she already in foster care or is she still with her biological family? What are the circumstances that will wrench her from her family? When we help her pack her suitcase to bring her home, how much emotional baggage comes with her?
We feel God leading us to Colombia which means, by the time we find her, she will have an established language that's not English. I'm 43 years old! I'm an old dog who must learn some new tricks. So far I am able to ask where the bathroom is :-)
Last thought for tonight - on the subject of being in my forties: I'm too old for this. Ok, one more thought: I know God is weaving everything together and so the final product will be perfect. I'm sure Hope will be quite jazzed at the prospect of having three sisters to dote on her. What will be her initial reaction when she sees me? Will it be "Wow, so this is my dad" or "Yipes, he's old!"?
I just want to be the best dad to all four of my girls.
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