Honeybee went with me when I cast my vote for our next President. Dimples and Honeybee were united in their desire for the “brown-skinned” man to be our next president. I attempted to explain that we don’t choose our President based on the color of his skin, but on his beliefs, ideas, and ability to lead. They didn’t buy it, but chanted, “Rockabama” all evening. I also tried to explain that his name is Barack Obama, but they didn’t buy that either.
Adopting my children from Ethiopia has given me a new appreciation for my American citizenship and the privilege of voting. When we landed on American soil, Honeybee became an American citizen – it was a brief but poignant moment. Dimples, Eby, and Little Man became American citizens last Christmas Eve in a courtroom, but because both Russ and I met Honeybee prior to her adoption, she arrived in the United States on an IR-3 visa which granted her citizenship upon entering the country.
We’ll see what the future holds for our country. My hope is not in Washington, D.C., but in the Lord of heaven and earth.
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