23 hours

We had our last fundraiser yesterday evening.  One of Kelly's relatives spearheaded the whole event, writing letters, catering, renting the Discovery Center in Murfreesboro.  It was a great fundraiser - many people were present who had adopted and many parents had special-needs children. 

The fundraiser had framed pictures of Aurora and Leigha at the front table.  There was a cake with "Two little blessings" engraved in the frosting. 
As always, it has been incredibly humbling to have people give us money.  I know how much work goes into a dollar.  I know some people make barely even minimum wage.  I understand the bills need paying.  When someone supports us in this - they are giving up their own dreams and desires and saying "we believe in you".  It has not gotten any easier with each fundraiser.  I know some people who are strapped already and they still gave substantially.   Great hearts should not be denied.  People we don't even know are supporting us.

Why should we be the benefit of such grace? That is the meaning and understanding on the word grace - that it is undeserved.

The last week 12 days have been a whirlwind of activity.  We have been hectic beyond belief in getting all the things done that need doing.  It has been amazing, though - our friends and family have been so supportive.  We have had groups of people organize to handle things while we are away.  People have volunteered to do many smaller and greater things for us.   Both Kelly and I were on the verge of tears last night - overwhelmed with being the recipient of such thoughtfulness and generousity.
 

In less than 24 hours we will be airborne with our old life behind us.  The abstract ideas of adopting a child will become very concrete very quickly.  We can't wait to meet them.