What is this beautiful, painful, complicated thing called adoption? It is an incredible work of God. It is turning this
And this
And this
Into this
And this
It is finding children who don't know how to smile
Or receive love
And who own nothing, not even the too small
And mis matched clothes on their backs
And turning them into this
And this
With a family
And life
And freedom
It is a beautiful, transformative work of God that brings HOPE to lives and LIFE to families. The hard parts and the fun parts-it is all worth it.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Grace and Malachi pictures
Thanks to this blogger app, I can now upload pictures here so much easier! Here are some catch up pictures for the past several months.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Elijah
My sweet baby Eli, what can I say about him? First of all, his blond curls slay me. If that chubby baby gives me his cute grin and shakes those curls at me, I'm pretty much butter. He is loud, opinionated, and so irrististably cute. He loves to give kisses, cuddle, and is very smart. I love my little surprise baby. He runs the show around here, as long as Grace lets him.
I can see Abigail kissing on him that last morning and I ache to know how they would interact now. I imagine a lot of head butting and arguing, lol.
In March, my baby boy will be older than his big sister. That is so painful. I don't know how I will get past that day. I am so proud of him and I love watching his little personality blossom, but I dread him passing her. It seems so final. I know that is insane. She will have been gone 2 years, but once she is pushed out of her place in the birth order...it just seems so wrong.
So my sweet, chubby, chewable Eli, I love you. I adore you. And I can't get enough of your squishy love. I am so thankful I have you, and I promise I will cherish every day with you no matter how much trouble you get in or how loud you are.
I can see Abigail kissing on him that last morning and I ache to know how they would interact now. I imagine a lot of head butting and arguing, lol.
In March, my baby boy will be older than his big sister. That is so painful. I don't know how I will get past that day. I am so proud of him and I love watching his little personality blossom, but I dread him passing her. It seems so final. I know that is insane. She will have been gone 2 years, but once she is pushed out of her place in the birth order...it just seems so wrong.
So my sweet, chubby, chewable Eli, I love you. I adore you. And I can't get enough of your squishy love. I am so thankful I have you, and I promise I will cherish every day with you no matter how much trouble you get in or how loud you are.
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