Toddler and older child adoption
is hard. Bonding takes time, for
everyone. During our 14 days here in
China, we’ve had incredible times, and incredibly heartbreaking times. I have tried to let the grace of God flow
through me, but often I’ve failed. The
days are long and tedious. Adoption
paperwork takes up about 3 hours of our time and the rest we’re left to fill in
a hotel room and a strange city, which for the most part is completely
uninhabitable by strollers. Most nights
Chip and I crash on the couch for a brain-numbing episode of Dog Whisperer
before we collapse in bed.
But tonight we decided to find a
Latin grill house we’d heard about, strollers be damned! We found it, and it was perfect. Texas de Brazil it was not, but who cares it
was a break from fried rice. And the staff was sweet.
I can’t say exactly what it was, but
as we sat there taking in the house band’s intoxicating Samba music, watching
our deaf kids be memorized by the Latin singers, it all felt right and maybe for the first time we felt like the groovin' family we are.
In every big event in life there
are moments that burn in your mind, and for me, tonight is one that will be there forever. Can’t wait for the
last piece of the Penland puzzle to join us.
We’re comin’ Eli.
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