The electricity went out last night for the first time since I've been here. With a flash and a fade and a brief chorus of "aaaahs" that could be heard around the neighborhood, we were plunged into darkness. Pretty amazing to me that we made it a week without a hiccup.

Andrew was in the bath and got a little nervous in the dark. With our fan out, you could also hear every baby cry and dog bark within a half a kilometer, so going to sleep was a little more daunting than usual.

We've been doing well, Andrew and I, but the transition from the orphanage has been an adjustment for all the adoptive families. Andrew's five, and there are three other four-year-olds that are now staying at Ebenezer. Needless to say there has been lots of boundary testing and not a few fits. We are all learning very quickly that you have to be as tough as the mums at the orphanage or you're not going to survive. But, hopefully, as a result, by the time we board our respective planes for home we will be the parents of reasonably orderly, polite and manageable children. Please us and the kids in your prayers. This is a big change for everyone.

Well, because of the MLK holiday Monday, I won't be going to the embassy until Tuesday (the papers I need have not arrived yet anyway) so will be cutting it pretty close on my return. In addition, I don't know if I mentioned this prior, but Andrew's aunt has gone north and her return is uncertain. Such is the way things go. Matthew's definitely ready for me to come home, so we're praying that all will be completed on schedule--even if it is in the nick of time.

Other than that, Uganda is warm and lovely, I'm falling in love with Andrew and the power outage last night gave me the most amazing view of a sky, thickly clumped with stars.

God is good.