It’s been 2 months since we got news that we exited IBESR.  We are still in limbo and waiting on news that we have entered MOI for another long wait.  In some ways 2 months have flown by.  In other ways, It’s been long.  I think I’ll just feel so much better when I get news we are in the next big step. 

Waiting is hard.  For us it’s always been part of the expectation. The long journey of an adoption through Haiti did not surprise us.  We were well aware of the years it was going to take.  But I am finding that the knowledge of that does not make it any easier.  It’s still a hard road to walk especially when you get to take some trips to see your son and you have to leave at the end of the day.

Our home is void of Frankie.  It is well aware that he is missing from the walls that surround us.  I’ll sit in many moments we have during any given week and I’ll place him in our experience.  Imagining him with us and how he would have just enjoyed that Dance party we just had or how he would have hopefully liked to have been called to bath time.  Even when we load in the car to head out, I’ll imagine the day I have to tell Emma to get in the back so that I can help Izzie and Frankie get buckled up. 

Dave’s mom, Debbie came by the office yesterday and dropped off an article about adoption that was in the Spartanburg Herald Journal.  Jonathan Everette who is the pastor of Hub City Church in Spartanburg and his family are starting an adoption through Ethiopia.  In the article he says, “Not every one of you who is reading is called to adopt, but every one of you reading this is called to consider adoption.”  In a world with 143 million orphans I think I would agree with him. He also goes on to say, “Not everyone is supposed to adopt, but I believe we are all supposed to do something about the problem.”  He then gave examples of about helping fund adoptions, starting an adoption fund at your church, helping someone in the process of an adoption…just somethng.  You can follow their story at

I’m glad we chose as a family to walk this journey.  I ‘m thankful for the many people I get to look at who have gone before us and now have their children home with them.  I’m thankful for this little Rhodes boy who seems to love us too and will hopefully one day look back on his life and think it was a good thing that he was able to called one of the Rhodes family.