Hesenae!- "My Baby!"

I just got an email from a family who recently traveled to Ethiopia to bring their kids home. The woman said that school has started again following the rainy season and that my daughter is in school now! She's five and even though I've never met her, my heart feels that familiar sad, excitement in knowing that my baby is growing up! I wish I could have been the one to get her ready for her first day of school. I would have braided her hair with pretty beads. I bought her a new backpack for on the airplane. It's Dora the Explorer. She would have carried it to school with her and taken her lunch in her pink flower lunch box. Ahhh...it's okay though. I have walked this sad little journey long enough now to know that I can trust the plans that God has laid out for me and for my kids. I hope she learns a lot in the short months that she will be in school in Ethiopia. I hope she learns enough that she won't forget her launguage. I hope she learns how to read in Amharic. I've actually lamented the fact that without any schooling, I was afraid she wouldn't remember all of these things. So, truly, it is a burak, a blessing that she is in school now. But still, Hesenae!!!! My Baby!!!!!