It's Time

After 30 days, it's time to come home.

If we stay much longer, I may not be alive. On Sunday I broke my pinky toe. On Monday morning our little van was rear ended by a tour bus at a very high speed...it is a total mystery that we did not crash and were not hurt. Monday evening I fell extremely ill. Bad headaches and very high fever.

So it's time.

even more importantly, it's time to introduce everyone to Perez. We just recieved his visa...so Ali and I are now officially parents...parents to one of the greatest kids alive!

Let me tell you something about his name, Perez Muwanguzi.
In the old testament, the name Perez means "breaking out"
The name Muwanguzi is not a family name...it was a name given to Perez by his father at birth. In Uganda, often times parents will change the last name of a child...hoping to carry with it new favor of God rather than dragging along the past. Perez was given the name Muwanguzi. In the Ugandan language, that name means "victorious." So after this long and emotional, and times challenging process...our sons name seems to be no coincidence.

And.

We are ready to be back at home, with our friends and our church. Each time we travel (as much as we love what we do here) it serves as a reminder to me how much we love what we do in San Diego. So see many of you soon...and many others at Christmas.

Our anticipated arrival is Thursday evening at about 7:15.

So for the last time (though when we get home we will post a comprhensive update of our trip and a complete slideshow)

good night, from Uganda with love!