Last night I had a dream about Taye; I’m not making this up.

Throughout the first part of the dream I was running through a mall of sorts trying to get to where I knew he was outside. It was one of those dreams where I just couldn’t get through the mall. I was on roller skates, I was falling. I was getting stopped by locked doors. I felt as though I would never get to him.

And then I did.

The whole family was there. Jenna, Liam, Elli, Addi… and Taye.

It was him. Looked just like his picture and his video. He could speak English. He called me Papa because that’s what they called me when referring to the photos we sent him. He sat on my lap and was at home.

And then I woke up.

If that’s not a picture of the reality of this adoption at this point, I don’t know what is. He is so close. We have him in our sights. We’re one piece of paper away. We’re running to him and are getting tripped up in the process.

Jenna tweeted today about feeling “overdue.” I think it’s just that. It’s God’s timing. We know that, but it doesn’t make the wait any easier.

I just keep looking at the three pictures I have of him in my office and pray a lot.

Thank you so much for your continued support of this process. Your prayers mean so much! We’ll keep you posted. I can’t wait to share his picture with the world and introduce you formally to Taye.