Today marks one year to the day that we stepped off the plane in Portland, Oregon with our Coen Kwasi, direct from Ghana, West Africa. I can remember every second of the walk from the plane, rounding the corner, seeing Carter holding his sign that read "Coen's brother". I was exhausted from 24 hours of travel and seeing my family come together brought me to immediate tears.
There is no way that I could have imagined that exactly one year later we would be at home with our one week old baby. I'm in love with all three of my boys and can't believe how blessed we have been this past year. Thinking back on harder times, wondering if God would bless us with a brother or sister for Carter, it all makes perfect sense. Good things come to those who wait (you just have to have some faith).