We're going to Ethiopia a week from tomorrow, I tell my brain.
Sounds exciting, my brain says.
We're going to court, I say.
Wow, court, says my brain. I've been in a courtroom before. I totally get that.
We're going to meet the children that we hope to adopt, I say.
No, that doesn't make any sense, says my brain.
Hmm.
Let me try again. I'll break it down a little more this time.
We're getting on a plane...
I like plane rides. They usually mean something fun is going to happen.
We're going to Ethiopia...
Nine years since I was last in Africa. Really looking forward to going back.
When we get to Addis Ababa, A's brother will pick us up from the airport...
Wow, that's really nice. What a great family. So lucky to have met them.
He'll take us to a hotel...
Hotels are like plane rides. Generally they're connected to fun things.
He'll probably show us around Addis...
Really super family. So, so lucky.
Two or three days later, we'll go to an orphanage. There will be a bunch of kids there, and they will probably be excited to see us...
That brings back memories of visiting schools in Namibia.
Then someone will bring two little boys to meet us, and will tell us that these could soon be our sons.
Huh.
Did you hear me? These could be our sons.
Yeah, I'm not really getting that part. Could we skip to where we're taking a road trip to see giant crocodiles?
Listen. We are going to meet two little boys, and we're going to go to court, and these could be our sons. Forever. Our sons.
Nope, not getting it. No offense, but you're talking jibber jabber.
Sigh... Never mind.
Seriously, have you seen the size of these crocodiles?
