There we were in Kharkov Ukraine, waiting for the children to be brought in the Directors office, and they were... seven of them.... about 3 kids into it, they brought in a precious little (and I mean LITTLE) girl who had dark brown hair full of curls, and she was just precious... so we asked if we could hold her and they let us. I knew instantly that this was my daughter. She was mine, there was no denying it. Yes, she looked like my mother at this age, and yes, she felt right. But when the translator told us her name was Anya... we were both floored... this was the name we had chosen should we be blessed with a daughter. There would be no further discussion about this child, if the good Lord would allow it, we would take her home with us. They took her back, and then brougnt in a more children. Eventually bringing in this beautiful little blue eyed boy with wild and untamed blonde hair. He wouldn't hold eye contact and was easily distracted by all that surrounded him. They allowed us to hold him as well and again. I think we knew that this was our son. With some discussion, we told the Orphanage director that we would like to adopt these two children - Anya and Vanya - she did encourage us to meet with the children one more time before we started paper work - so after their nap time, we did. It was obvious to both of us. These were our children.
The following day - we went and had the papers drawn up to start the process. It would be 7 more days and they would be ours. We didn't know it would be so quick... but God works in great ways.... you just need to let him.
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