HIt is surreal to finally have Kembert in our home. It is surreal to get to know a three-year-old who is your son. He has a huge personality - almost reminds me of a little frat boy. He is silly and playful and extremely confident. He's got mad skills with any kind of ball. He is loud and wildly energetic . . . a great match for Jafta. He thinks that a bathtub full of water is the best thing ever. He's not so sure about grapes or elevators. He is sweet and affectionate, and in the . . .
home
We are having a blast with Kembert home. Despite the language barrier, the kids are having a non-stop party, laughing and squealing and enjoying each other. Last night, Jafta told me, "Mommy, Kembert is a wonderful person." We think so, too. Our homecoming yesterday was amazing. So many friends came to welcome him home, after years of supporting us and praying for us. We are so thankful. . . .
degaje
In Haitian Creole, there is a word called "degaje", which basically means to "make it work". We are in serious degaje mode right now. I have always scoffed at the idea that there is any manual that can teach how a mother how to do things the right way. When you are parenting four small children, one of them who speaks another language, there is NO MANUAL. We don't know what the heck we are doing.Our house is pretty much in chaos mode, and the inmates seem to be running the asylum. All . . .
lovely day
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arrival
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on his way
I am giddy. Keanan is on his way. He is flying on a C-17 from Port-Au-Prince to Orlando. Mark flew to Orlando this morning on faith, and we are so glad he is there to meet him. So many feelings tonight. I am so excited, and yet my heart is heavy for my little boy, who will be leaving his dear caretakers and friends who have been his family for his whole life. I sit here in anticipation, but also wondering what this experience is like for him. I desperately wish I could be there. Mark is . . .
I’ve got a feeling . . .
that tonight's gonna be a good night.that tonight's gonna be a GOOD GOOD night. . . .
from one orphan to another . . .
No word so far today. I am living in a sort of Groundhog's Day. Wake up. Check email. Ignore kids. Hit refresh. Hope for tomorrow. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. . . .
like the end of pregnancy. but less bloating.
I feel like I am nine months pregnant today. I am moody and irritable. I am barely sleeping. I am nesting like crazy, and so, so anxious for our little one to get here.Sometimes I feel like I'm handling this wait with grace. And other times . . . not so much. Like today, when I decided that I had to remodel the boys' room before Keanan gets home. (Did I really just say "boys' room"? As in plural? Wow. That feels weird.) I tried to patch some of the pain on the walls, only to use the . . .
no news is no news
I've got nothing to report. Our amazingly dedicated contacts spent the entire day at the embassy with no progress. The embassy is processing the visas of the children who are in dire need first. As it should be. Our kids at Heartline are not in desperate need. They are fed and cared for, and by all reports are happy and oblivious to the chaos outside their gate. I rest in this knowledge as we wait. We are so thankful for your continued prayers and support. . . .
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