I can hardly believe how time has flown by over these past few months. The final days of waiting for Prince to arrive seemed to be over in a flash as we processed last minute paperwork, finished up our "required studies" for the adoption and prepared our family and home to add a new child. I look back now and am amazed at all that God pulled together in such a short amount of time. After a "dead" adoption (for almost 2 years), we received word to rush all our processing last December. Last year at this time, I spent every evening wading through the paperwork pile and trying frantically to get a social worker to do our homestudy during the midst of the holidays. And now we see why....
On the afternoon of September, 1st our sweet Prince finally arrived home. I will never forget the moment we landed on U.S. soil and the huge smile came across Prince's face. Of course, as the mom, the tears streamed down mine. Over 2 1/2 years, there had been many tears before - holidays missed - watching his life through a handful of pictures...these tears were finally good.
There were more stories of difficulties and triumph that happened during our week's stay in Africa than I could begin to recount here (they fill the pages of my journal, however), but the outcome is that my little boy is home and we are now working hard to mesh as a family. Unfortunately, less than 2 months after Prince's arrival in the States, Liberia is now dealing with a major election conflict and appears to be on the brink of civil war again....
2 months later. Just a mere 60 days and the Lord chose to spare our little boy from living through that again...we are grateful for His timing.
The last 3 months have been filled with more awe and excitement than I could have anticipated, but realistically, they have not been without their trials as well. When Prince got here, he chose to take an "American name" so he is now referred to, almost exclusively, as Asher. It's interesting how willing and excited he was to make this change. With his age, we didn't know if he'd want it, but he embraced it fully and now when people call him Prince, he politely says, "Prince is my mission name (mission was what the kids called the orphanage setting), Asher is my American name."
We pray fervently as the kids get to know eachother. The toughest transistion has been for our 6 year old so we are keeping a close watch on that and praying for the Lord to soften hearts where necessary.
In the meantime, I sit in awe as I remember that every Christmas season for years, it never failed that I would eventually have the moment where I would breakdown and cry as I realized that it was another Christmas without our Prince home.
Instead, this year, I sit with tears in my eyes coming off of a weekend where we picked out the Christmas tree, decorated the house and laughed over hot cocoa.
And so this will be - a Christmas to remember...



