I was his father. He was my son. But at the time, we were just learning each other.
I was in Ethiopia getting ready to bring my son home from the orphanage. We had many obstacles in his life to combat, but we really had faith that God was going to do some special things in his life.
When I called home to tell Amanda about our first encounters, I told her of how Eli was so handsome, funny, and energetic. I told her that the nannies called him the “bus driver,” because all the bus drivers in Ethiopia were short, fat, and assertive. Not sure if that was a good thing at the time or not.
She then asked if there was anything else that she needed to know.
Well, there was on thing for which she needed to prepare herself.