Abandoned at birth....

Six years ago our little guy was abandoned.... at the hospital....because he was disabled. 

 My heart aches deep within me.  I want to go back six years.  I want to be at the hospital and be present at his birth.  I want to take this rejected little guy with the crooked body and hold him in my arms.  I want to kiss his blonde little head and press him up against me.  I want to hand him to Rob and see him cuddle him in his strong loving arms.  Oh my heart hurts.  I want to watch him grow, learn, thrive because he is loved and cherished.  I want to see past the disability and find the precious child inside. 

In two days we will meet him.  There are no words for what is inside of me. 

Today our SDA appointment went well.  After seven months of waiting it was definitely a bit anti-climactic.  It was pleasant, quick and easy.  We found out that Aaron was abandoned at the maternity hospital.  We were told that he had arthrogryposis (Yep- already knew that!).  We were told he was very smart and slightly mentally delayed (??).  We were told he was slightly psychologically delayed.  How could he not be??  We were shown two precious pictures.  The first is the one above - taken last September, right before he was transferred out of the orphanage and sent to the mental institute.  In it we can see his condition much more clearly.  But if you look close....

You get to see just how beautiful he is. 

The second picture is of Aaron when he became available for adoption. 

Oh how I want to squish those chubby cheeks and kiss that cute little grumpy face. 

I wish I could respond to every e-mail and every comment on our blog and facebook.  You have NO IDEA how much it means to us.  We hang on every word!  Thank you so much for your support and love.  It means the world to  us!!  We have no internet in our apartment though the hookup is there and we were told we had it.  It is definitely disappointing.  We are here in the capital city until tomorrow afternoon.  We will then receive a referral paper that allows us to drive down to Aaron's region and on Thursday, if all goes well, we will meet Aaron for the first time. 

Aaron will be the first child adopted from his present facility.  That is a big deal.  It means we have no idea how things are going to go once we are there.  We ask/plead with you to pray for us.  God has moved the mountains to get us this far and we trust that He is going to continue to move those mountains. 

Last night at 2:30 when I couldn't sleep and was whispering prayers in my pillow as I have been doing now for the last seven months I realized something rather profound.  I am in Aaron's country.  Always before when I couldn't sleep and was whispering prayers, I was counting up the seven hours to "his time".  Last night I realized, I am in his time.  From now on, as long as he lives with us, he will be in our time and we will be in his.  Aaron is coming home.