Chicy Rice

my friends spent thanksgiving in ghana eating "chicy rice" (spicy chicken and jollof rice). more importantly, they're getting to know and preparing to bring home their newly adopted son.

i've been receiving updates over the course of their travels and feel so included in their journey - it's almost like i stowed away in their suitcase. "mom" has been writing the most honest, heart-warming/breaking and vivid descriptions of their experience. there are moments when i find myself laughing and then crying but throughout each, i'm cheering for them and feeling proud to have this family in my life.

they have the courage to march to the beat of their own drummer, to throw caution to the wind and say to hell with what everyone thinks. sure, they've taken risks over the years and they've made choices that others may not agree with but one thing has remained certain - they've never doubted themselves or their family.

they look around their dinner table every night and say, "thank you god." pretty amazing considering most of us sit there and think, "i want more...(money, clothing, cars, toys)."