Two months with our newest little Dude.
Hey internet friends. It's been a while so I thought I'd catch up a little. Last week we arrived home from a trip to visit my parents in Belize. It was a good adventure and lots of family memories were made as we spent time exploring the beautiful country of Belize. I didn't have internet while we were away, and didn't take a computer, so I didn't blog at all about our trip. I did post a whole whack of photos on my blog Facebook page though. It you want to explore Belize through photos you are welcome to enjoy viewing our central American invasion.
Flying and travelling anywhere with six children (including one toddler that despises sleep and change) is a character building adventure all in itself. Overall it was a great trip and I know we will have an impressive photo album, lots of memories, and hearts filled with times spent together as a family. Travelling is one thing we've always loved to do as a family. We scrimp and save and prioritize to make it happen and feel very thankful that we have been fortunate (and brave) enough to have done many trips to various locations with our kids. I really feel that experiencing other cultures, hearing (and learning) other languages, eating new foods, and seeing other parts of this amazing world God made is the best education.
We were unable to take our newest little family member along with us. It is never ideal to leave a newborn for two weeks, but then again nothing about fostercare or the need for it is ever ideal. We rarely live in ideals. The trip was planned and paid for when we agreed to bring this sweet boy into our home, and some good friends stepped in and loved him well while we were away. He grew so much while we were gone, I hardly recognized the baby that was handed back to me. He has certainly changed from being a scrawny newborn into a full fledged chunky baby. He's got jowls, adorable huge cheeks, thigh rolls and is a big boy. Even just the width around his chest and head seems big. I wonder how long it will be until he is bigger than his petite 23 lb, 23 month old sister. He's gaining on her quickly already!
Lots has happened recently in regards to both our foster children's cases this year. Unexpected changes, long prayed for relief, and fall on our knees in shock surprises. It has been amazing, once again, to see God at work in these precious children's lives, in our families life, and in my own heart. Having another baby in the house was not part of our short term, or long term plan. It was unexpected, a bit scary, and our "yes" was a weak one. I trusted that God would turn timid act of obedience into a joyful, gratitude filled, love for this child. He has most certainly done that. What began as more of duty has morphed into our family feeling extremely blessed and so thankful for this adorable little chunk. He is such a sweet baby. He's had some tummy troubles but even in spite of that he's been a mostly content, easy natured baby who sleeps well at night. Seriously, he only gets up once a night at around 4am. He's a dream baby. At over two months old he is now smiling and cooing and responding to all the attention he gets.
I'm so in love with this little guy. I sit an look at his handsome little face and I'm completely smitten. I marvel at how beautifully he was created and wonder with a sense of awe what his life and purpose will be. I am overwhelmed by the great privilege it is to get to be the one to love and nurture this precious little life. The word "legacy" is being pressed into my heart since the first day I met this sweet boy in the hospital. There is so much weight to that word and I'm not sure what it really means in our context, but there's a coming together of past, present and future in this little boy. So much brokeness, death and violence, loss and grief, bondage and despair birthed into hope for something better, prayers heard, new life and hope. We get to have a front seat in this amazing story! He is the legacy of his birth family because their story isn't over yet either. What a privilege and great responsibility to carry in my arms, and care for in my home, this precious child.
The whole household is smitten with this new little addition. Even the former baby of the family has learned the word "baby" and is always eager to help find his pacifier, hold a bottle, or insist on holding him...even though he seems nearly as big as she is. She's a tiny little Mama. I hope these two will be best buds for years to come. It's a busy, bustling, loud, and messy house....but there is never a shortage of love.