Lastnight Julian was practicing his new English phrases over the phone with me. He's still waiting on his clearance to begin working, plus he's waiting to hear how his last job interview went, so he's been busy studying as much English as he can to keep from going crazy out of boredom. ( When you've been surrounded by people day in and day out for so long, and then suddenly you're away from all of your friends, living in a house with only one other person, it can be quite a shock.) Anyway, after talking for about 20 minutes, we brought the conversation to a close and said goodbye, but then right before I hung up, he said, (in English), "Wait! Say hi for me to Daddy."
Precious. He never calls him Mike anymore in our conversations. It's always just Papa or Dad. This was the first he tried out Daddy. Just goes to show you how desperately that boy has wanted to be part of a family for all these years. How many more are out there that never are given that opportunity?
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.