The real love

Well, our real travel date is a little later.  And, we spent Friday traveling up to Chicago to the Consulate to get our visas, waiting a long time and paying a newly added fee of $255 each to get our temporary visas (just for Jeff and I).  So wah, wah, wah, I continue:  I hope this boy knows how much we love him/went through/hate paperwork some day.  Then, it hit me this morning.  It's not about what we are doing to show our love, but about what Jesus did for him.  I can't wait to tell him that Jesus loved him so much that he suffered a humiliating death on the cross, for sins that were not his own, but ours. Soon, very soon!