Lost My Voice

Since we traveled to Daniel, I have stopped writing. I have been humbled and by the swirling circumstances of our lives that were suddenly calmed by my son's arrival into our family. I lost my voice. While I am searching for it again, I hope that I can document some of the wonderful events that have been happening, even if I can't do it with eloquence.

Daniel is the perfect fit for our family: passionate, funny, and loving. He runs, babbles, laughs, waves, blows kisses, and climbs everything. He understands most of what is said to him, but he only follows directions if he feels like it. He loves to have bare feet. We take him swimming, and he has no fear. He wants to put his face in the water and kicks and splashes like a wild man. He much prefers outside to inside play, but he can entertain himself with almost anything. Mostly, though, he wants to be held.

He has been plagued with ear infections since we met, and whenever his nose starts running, I think he has another. Consequently, he has never been a good sleeper. He goes to bed in his own crib, but by 9:30 or 10:00 he wants to co sleep, and that is OK with me. He never fusses once someone is close; he just does not like to be alone. He gives big, wet slobbery open mouth kisses, and he hugs his stuffed animals with compassion I have never seen in a little child. I wondered with Scott and now I wonder again if such enchanting little people ever existed in the world before. I am mesmerized by my good fortune.

I am compelled to try to write because this is the end of the old year, and I have to bury the bad feelings and difficulty that characterized the last to welcome, with joy, this new one. I also am returning to work Monday which makes me want to document my time with the boys.

Uggg. I cannot imagine being away from my guys, and I have been postponing the thought of the months to come, but with Monday looming, I must confront this separation. My children will be safe and happy with family members, and I will be embarking on a new adventure with my big kids who bring me such energy. Still. I am returning to work with optimism, but my heart hurts.

I must also mention that I am OVER THE MOON to have a new president! I like this article: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/21/us/politics/21family.html?_r=1&hp


Chuc Mung Nam Moi

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