Gotcha, freedom day!
As joy fills our hearts and our room to the point of no breath, I can’t find words for this day
His ratty, used, and holey orphanage jammies, that smelled distinctly, were stripped off, new clothes all his own to replace. We slipped him into his moby wrap, right close to his mommy and this boy had found his home. I think if we never took him out, he’d be content.
|“I get to go too?”|
When an orphanage worker came up to say goodbye to Elijah, who was snuggled up against his mama, he took one look at her, and he started fussing, crying and rocking himself. I bounced him a bit, said goodbye and we walked down the hall, he calmed down at once.
“Hurry,” Dasha urged, “We must go.”
Elijah looked up at me, and placed his tiny hand on my chest patting it, smiling up at me.
But before we left, I wanted to take a picture of Elijah’s crib, his home for his entire life up until this moment, this moment of freedom.
“Hurry, hurry, we must go,” we were instructed, and we wound around down the hard, cement stairwell, normally dark and gloomy, but in this moment, filled with the most beautiful, warm light.
“Is this real life?” I asked Andrew. “I don’t know,” he smiled.
That would forever change the life of the tiniest, sweetest, little boy.
We opened the heavy metal gate, a gust of fresh, cold wind in our faces. As we walked out, Elijah forever walked out of an orphanage, in the arms of his parents, who love him tenderly, who crossed a wide ocean for him many times, just to call him their own. Just to shower love on him each and every day of his life. Just because.
|to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners|
Forever held dear.
|Buuuut, seriously, so darn handsome!|
As we drove through city traffic, our little boy, who never made a peep, but smiled up at mama and papa, his eyes growing wide with delight when we would mimic and speak to him, when we would caress his cheek, when we were still there, each time he checked.
After a little while, perfectly nestled warm in his wrap, he brought his thumb up to his mouth, and started to close his eyes, his first time ever falling asleep on a mama, first time ever being comforted and held while falling asleep. It was in that moment that I felt his weight, not much more than 15 pounds, I felt his little heart, beating against my chest, his breathing rhythmic–here it was, God’s joy and goodness, poured onto us, splashing all around–masked as sacrifice, but oh no, our hidden treasure.
I do believe adoption is a battle, and to free kids from orphanages takes work, and work and work, and if it sounds like I am complaining, I am actually praising God. Each, and every step of the way.
Nothing will compare to that little beating heart on my chest, the little soul in our arms, freed.
|Today is your day, baby girl!|
These moments that I wanted to savor, were faster than lighting, and in our joy, there were some broken hearts. The kids reached out for Andrew and I and for Maria, “Mama?” some asked, and dissolved into tears.
Kate, sweet Kate.
“I love you,” I told her, as Andrew unloaded the donations as quickly as possible.
She smiled and nodded, not understanding my English, but happy that someone was talking to her, sweet and kind.
|Thank You Powers Family.|
She dressed in her clothes, that she would never have to give back, she grabbed our hands, and forever, forever, left the orphanage, and forever left a fate looming over her head only just a few years away.
|OMG $5 target shoes, so darn CUTE!|
We were being pushed into the car by our team so fast, that I couldn’t cry, but it didn’t stop the kids.
Papa, Sveta and Dasha stopped in the bank, and I stayed in the car with the kids. Maria and I laughed at the cute things Elijah did, we took turns holding him, I did her hair, we played games, we took pictures, then she decided to clean the whole car, organized our explosion of stuff in all the right bags and containers. She even got under Sveta’s seat and found a water bottle. (Whaaaat? How did we do anything to deserve these kids…I’ll never know)
We got back to the hotel, hugged D and S, and had some dinner. The kids were lovingand I mean loving family dinner time, we were laughing and eating fast, no time for lunch. We tried to get Elijah to play with his food, but wouldn’t have it just yet. My husband is a genius and figured out this phone app that you talk into, and it translates and speaks for you in the other language. We’ve also downloaded 15 English language apps, and Maria can recite full sentences in just one night.
Elijah got his first bath, while Papa and Maria played catch upstairs in the game room. He thought it was the world’s coolest thing, I hope he tells his brother that…
Elijah and I walked up to them laughing and giggling, knocking the ball around the room.
Elijah was so tired by the end of the night, he crashed out with mama and jammies and a blankie, beats a dark crib any day!
“Ok babe, hop in the shower, it’s time to get ready for bed,” I told her.
“Poor thing,” I told Andrew, “I’m going to have to brush and floss for her,” I smiled at him, but she was a great sport, I think she just likes having people who care about her. I think she likes having a mama and papa.
|No but seriously…seriously… the perfect day.|
Well, our hearts are on the verge of exploding with joy like every five minutes, we spend most of our time together giggling and hugging and playing. Our two sweet children, fast asleep with mama and papa. I read Maria a bed time story and she put her head on my shoulder and stroked my hair, smiling up at me from time to time, I mean, she’s so joyful she can’t contain herself.
|Just stare at this when you read the next sentences|
In that wonderful day you will sing: “THANK THE LORD!! PRAISE HIS NAME!! Tell the nations what he has done. Let them know how mighty he is! Sing to the Lord, for he has done wonderful things. For he is the great one of Israel who lives among you” isaiah 12:4-6