Seventeen

It's my oldest son's favorite number.  At 12 months of age, he could count to 17.  That might be because we have 17 steps in our staircase.  Who knows why he spoke so well so soon.  That was a long time ago.  Time flies.  The next 17 days are going to fly too.  In 17 days we'll be getting on a plane back to Ethiopia.

I'm starting to feel the crunch of the to-do list.  There's so much I haven't really made a list yet.  It would look something like this:

• make a few necklace gifts
• come up with list of things to talk to Judah's birth family.
• buy pool mattresses to soften the beds.
• buy cliff bars
• find African bed bug spray.
• get an Rx for malaria meds.
• find someone to KEEP OUR KIDS.
• Figure out kids' schedule
• write kids' letters as in the past.  Scott requested them this year from the perspective of... some TV character...
• Pack
• Type/Print/Mail daily encouragement
• Continue to pray, pray, pray
• Think of a way to celebrate Ryan's birthday while in Ethiopia.

I'm sure I have at least 17 things to do if I sat down and thought about them.  That last one above I could really use your help on.  If you have any ideas, let me know.

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