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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sundays...........Always a hard day with a touch of joy.

There is nothing sweeter than listening to our American children talking on the phone to our African child.  The conversation goes something like this.  Benson-"Hi Joseph, how are you"?  Joseph "I am fine.  How is basketball"? Benson "Good. How is football"?  "Good".  Joseph, "I am missing you".  Benson, "I am missing you too"? "I love you", "I love you too".  Benson talks in this soft, high, sing-song voice with a fake Ugandan accent.  It's really cute.  Every Sunday all of us talk to Joseph.  Every Sunday, we miss him and he misses us.  This week has been very disappointing.  Promises were made, we were told things we wanted to hear.  We're not any closer to answers than we were a month ago.  It's frustrating.  I've done my part and now we are waiting on others.  I don't know how many more Sundays I will have to make that call where I hear, "Mom, when are you coming?  I am waiting for you".  We never have the answer when he asks, I hope we will soon.