this morning's tuesday's best was the best so far. if i could call it the most bestest without the grammar police attacking me i sure would. because it was. most bestest perfectest.
next tuesday is christmas, and the week after that is new years, so we won't be skyping for 3 full weeks. normally this would make me all sorts of sad, but not after this morning's call. this morning, we really felt like a family.
the kids sang us christmas carols and asked us to sing them a few as well. after realizing that we didn't know any of the verses to 'we wish you a merry christmas' josh suggested that we teach them 'rudolph the red nosed reindeer' and it should be noted that josh seems to think the plural of reindeer is reindeerS. really. he sang it both times. i have video proof. we will obviously not be homeschooling...
i played guitar for them and taught them a portion of a song for them to sing with me (can one collect skype royalties? hypothetically of course), geraldine got up on the chair and did her standard booty dance (oh boy), mohamed asked us to bring him socks when we come visit in january and a photo album full of pictures of himself (hilarious and sweet), then the best thing ever...
gerald leaned in close to the camera and said, "go there!"
we asked him where and he shouted, "america!"
be still my adopting heart. the kids don't know that we are trying to adopt them. in case something terrible were to happen and adoption was no longer a possibility they only know that if it was ever an option for us to bring them home we would love to do so. i couldn't bear for them to be as devastated as we would be if that didn't happen. to protect their high hopes and their trust in us that we will follow through with what we say, they have less than limited information on what we are fighting for this side of the pacific.
america. soon enough, sweet boy. i promise you. soon enough.
merry christmas to my favorite four. may you know that you are loved. may you know that you are wanted. may you know that you are fought for. 25 days until i pick you up and don't put you down for a solid week.
merry christmas to all and to all a good skype.
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| america |
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| singing christmas carols |
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| the booty dance that will be the death of me in her teenage years |
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| guitar time. this is pretty much what every audience i've ever had looks like... ;) |
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