As Amon and I landed in Nashville last night, the plane slowly rolled to its gate and I cried the big ugly cry…alone…just me, Amon, God and the rest of the passengers. The culmination of a 2 year process…this was it. This was the moment we had been praying for…that so many of you and others had been praying for…that Mom had prayed millions of prayers over…for 2 years now. I was completely overwhelmed with God’s goodness and faithfulness and love and mercy and grace. He had paid attention to ever last big and little detail. He had written our story…Amon’s story…long before time. He truly cares and loves us like no one else. I sat there and just stared at Amon sleeping in the empty seat next to me. This was it. This was the end…yet, really the beginning. This big beautiful, amazingly awesome, crazy wonderful beginning. And for all that, I just wanted God to know how thankful my heart was…how truly, truly blessed and thankful I AM to be Amon’s Mom…that God would allow us to be apart of his story. My heart is so so crazy full…it just may explode.