One jump at a time

It's amazing how life works. One of Kelly's close friends lost their mother the day we first held Josie. Life ends, a new one begins. Smiles and tears. That is life. We jump from moment to moment, hopeful that each landing brings joy, but truly uncertain of what life brings next. While we shed tears of joy, friends shed tears of sorrow. Yet each will create memories that are so close to our hearts.

So this evening Kelly helped to say good bye, and I had the pleasure of my first night alone with three...THREE...children. Thank goodness Kade and Isaac are old enough to help out. Josie will be two this Friday. I keep forgetting her age, after all she is such a peanut (5% for weight). Suddenly she is starting to talk. We were told that she has spoken some Creole, but to us that is just babble. Tonight she waived a balloon at the dog and said "away". She loved this control since she is still not a big fan of the dogs. Later mama, and dada appeared in her vocabulary. Her personality continues to evolve. This introverted little girl has suddenly started to become expressive.

You hear how children do not develop well in an orphanage, and I have always believed it, but I never expected such a dramatic turnaround. I know that God's Littlest Angels did a great job, but nothing can substitute for the love of a family.