A Parent's Love ...

So I write this post out of a complete fascination in how a parent's love builds. We have two children. We simply know their names and their ages. We don't know their voice. We don't know their laugh. We don't know their favorite color or food. We don't know what makes them scared or cry or happy or sad. We don't know their personality. But we can honestly say, we love them.

Their picture makes me smile. I cry contemplating their arrival and doing our best to give them the best chance at life. Their eyes speak volumes. We think our children are beautiful, cute and precious. How does this happen? How do we love two little bodies with individual personality's and we've never met them?

Is this what happens during pregnancy?
It's pregnancy ... without a belly! It's a parent's love.
It's God's amazing grace at giving us two beautiful gifts.

Medicals

We anxiously awaited for any info on "Anna" and "Max." Upon our retainer agreement being signed and payment received by PfA, the Ghana agency would be notified and little "Anna" and "Max" would get complete physicals and their social work would be requested. We would hear back ... and we did!
The first joy of international communication ... our little ones were not 4 and 2, they are actually 5 1/2 and 3! Did this change our mind? Um, NO. They still need a home. They still need a chance. They had already become a part of our hearts.
"Anna's" given name is Anita. She is 5 1/2. Long legs, shy eyes, and a smile that often is hidden in her pictures but comes out every now and then. Anita loves singing and dancing.
"Max's" given name is Maxwell. He is 3. With a smile that radiates mischievousness and laughter, his social work states he enjoys playing with toys and football.
They are healthy and passed their physicals with flying colors. We would find out their Grandmother has been their guardian and she has relinquished her rights due to not being able to provide for them. This truly breaks our hearts. The loss she must feel. And the confusion Anita and Maxwell don't even know how to process ... we have our work cut out for us. And we gladly accept the challenge. And once again ... we want to hug them, we want to hear their voices, we want to meet our little ones ... in due time.