Celebrating His New Name

I'm lounging on the couch tonight, exhausted, legs stretched across the coffee table with a cup of hot ginger tea. I'm hoping it'll hold back the crazy indigestion I'm fighting after eating too much good food.

And strewn about in piles all around me is evidence of an evening filled with incredible, indescribable love. Congratulatory balloons and posters. Stacks of little-boy-diapers. Boy toys. (His first tractor!) A brilliantly designed name plaque for Tony's room. A stuffed dinosaur that I already know will be a favorite.

But even better than the gifts and the sentiments are the people who gave them. Who love us, who love him, and who pulled off my first ever surprise party! All to celebrate what God has done for us.

Yesterday, in a courtroom somewhere across the ocean, a judge ruled in our favor and now, one lost and lonely little boy has a new name. And I have a son. Sam, a brother.

After a hard year of fighting to bring him home, of grieving and striving, it felt good to finally celebrate. To celebrate the life of this little man whose life is so worth fighting for.

Praising God tonight for the gift of Tony to our little family. Thank you, God!

And praising Him also for the love of these amazing friends. You all are Jesus to us. Everyone should have friends like you.

Lots of love to all of you.