Forty-Three Weeks Together

     Since watching the parade at Disneyland, the world has become Isaac's personal parade! I will often will let him walk beside me, holding hands, in the grocery store, through the church foyer, on the way to appointments, etc and my boy makes a conscientious effort to smile and wave to EVERY SINGLE person we cross paths with...and some we don't cross paths with. It's super cute!  Most people smile & wave back. Some don't. At that point, Isaac will stop dead in MY tracks and call out to whomever didn't wave and wait until he can get their attention. The response process is almost always the same: the person is physically irritated at the tiny human that is making all that racket, clearly ruining their day; then they turn ready to stare us down; and when they actually do make eye contact with my smiley, waving little boy that is so intent on getting their attention, you can see a wave of relaxation...and then a small smile...then a wave...and almost always a turn back with a big relaxed grin. Isaac's job is now done and we can keep moving down the cereal aisle.  At first, I tried to shuttle him along; "Let's not bother these people, buddy".  But when I'd see those faces soften, I wondered...maybe this is the only smile and wave that person got today/this week/this month. Already, Isaac is demonstrating compassion & joy to those around him. I don't want to be the one to hinder the Lord's work in the middle of grocery store/public park/clinic hallway/church parking lot.  So...if you see us walking around town, you'll most likely get an enthusiastic parade wave & salutation Isaac-style!

 

 

Everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness & joy will overtake them, and sorrow & sighing will flee away.

~Isaiah 51:11

This week one of the little girls at Kollege was getting her braids fixed and apparently Isaac wanted in on the fun. I'm told he pulled a chair over next to his little friend and waited patiently until their teacher was done with fixing her hair, then he promptly sat in her seat and patted his head. His teacher obliged him with a solid hair brushing, but Isaac wouldn't get out of the seat pointing to his friend's hair and then to his. So...this is what my son looked like when I picked him up from Kollege!  Boy was he proud to show it off (and more than disappointed with me when it was time to take his new do down). Honestly, I think the moral of the story is...it's time for a haircut!

 

Enjoying the excellent Seattle weather we've had this week:

When I posted these pictures on Facebook this week, a childhood friend (& adoption mommy) commented: "Awww...these are the things we dreamed of before we became mammas, right?"   Yes.  Yes they very, very much are.