3 In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait expectantly.
The new day didn’t feel like a new day at the very start of it. We awoke to an angry and sad little one.
I would be too if I had been taken from all I knew and put with people who don’t look like me, talk like me (to say the least), eat like me, and who have placed me where I don’t know anyone or anything familiar.
But we had no where to go but up from there.
And up it went. We took Theo on a long walk through the big city for a good 3 hours in the morning.
We’re hooked! Totally …
hook, line, and sinker.
We have been joking about how we took about 1,000 pics of our first born and then our next one had 500 or so. The numbers drastically reduced with #3,#4, and #5. But since we’ve had so much time with #6 he has out done them all.
Which is a blessing since apparently the U.S. had it s Visa machine break down. But after working all night it was back up and running so we can board our plane TOMORROW!
He’s trusting us more and more each day. This is really his first day to interact with us when we play with him. A New Day, Indeed.
(It must be time to come home since my gray hair is shining forth- my dear friend from childhood, Melissa, reminded me of the black sharpie trick which I happened to have 😉. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do! Maybe you blondes can ask Sharpie to make a color to match. )