For someone who normally doesn't remember her dreams, it's been an interesting weekend.
Last night, I dreamt that Scott, Michelle, Brent and I went to the O on another trip. When we arrived, there was a grassy field the size of a football field that all the children were playing in. (In reality, the Orphanage has about 20 ft of grass and I've often wished the kids had a place to play.) Michelle and I were busy trying to take care of some tomato and pepper plants we'd brought to the orphanage. We were planting them in shallow metal trays and rearranging the trays to get the best light and water. We were commenting on how we hoped it would help the children to have fresh vegetables.
As Michelle and I are busy shifting trays around, Gracie appeared. In English, she yelled, "Daddy!" and ran into Scott's arms. Scott was shocked and said, 'I can't believe you remembered me!" and then, looking down at the little girl in his arms, he said, 'I didn't tell you to remember me!" Michelle said, "How could she not? You're her daddy!"
And then I woke up.
I miss Gracie. I miss my kids. I miss the feeling of being together with our little family. I pray that we complete this process soon and all our kids will be home in a place where you can tuck them in and know they ate and that the water they have is clean and there's actually grass for running.