Wait . . .so maybe I'll just throw this little bit in here. Our dossier is supposed to hit somebody's desk at the MOJ this week. So. That's its final destination. Bring on the term 'patiently waiting'. Whatever. Have you MET me?
I just wanted to throw a few pics out there, just because I think they're cute. Here goes . . .
Obviously I still can't NOT write about adoption stuff. This was kind of a bummer, though. We applied for 5 grants, we got one, and this was our first official rejection letter:
Don't get the impression that we expected to receive a resounding 'YES' to every organization we applied with. It was just a little blow to the ego. We'll move ahead and wait for others to respond, understanding that if we got all of the grants, then the love wouldn't be able to be spread around to all of the other orphans that are waiting in the wings. God is absolutely giving us what we need, when we need it. He's pretty awesome like that.
Moving on . . .
Aunt Laurie got married this past weekend. The kids all had a special part in the wedding. Most of them followed through. Except Daisee. She had a precious part, because she was the flower girl. She had a pretty dress, and a pretty little headpiece to wear. It was your classic little flower wreath, made of pretty white roses and pretty ribbon. All was well . . . until the wreath went on the head. You seriously would've though I had just placed a crown of thorns upon that sweet little brow. She wasn't wearing it. Not that day. Probably not ever. She had a serious meltdown just as the ceremony was beginning, and thank goodness my mom was there to take action. For a brief moment, she got better, but then I think she realized she was actually wearing the wreath. My mom says she snatched that thing off of her head and flung that sucker like a frisbee across the church grounds. It wasn't a happy moment, and the kid never even made it down the aisle. Poor Frank (the ring bearer, who did a fine job without her) walked down all by his lonesome self and never had a sweet little gal to help off the stage when it was time. Bummer. But, here she is in her princess dress . . .
. . . and what looks like a little flower halo around her head ISN'T. We just happened to snap the pic with the flower arrangement behind her perfectly positioned. I guess this can help you imagine what the headpiece might've looked like . . . sorta.
I thought this was a sweet pic of her and Laurie before the ceremony started. Laurie was giving her a pretty pearl bracelet as a flower girl gift. If only she'd have known . . .
Here's a pic of my man-child all dressed up in his suit. You'll probably never see this again, so you might want to save it. I mean, if you like Ryan and all . . .
. . . and Gavin. You probably will see this again on him. In fact, he's had this tie on for three days straight now. A TIE. For THREE days. The precious kid can't get enough of it. He says he loves wearing it, because the adults at church and WalMart (because he wanted to
wear it to WalMart . . .???) talk to him when he's wearing it.
Look at this next picture. See the tie? He wore this outfit (minus the tshirt...he had on his dress shirt and black knee socks and dress shoes) to AWANA Sunday night for nerd night. This is Tuesday morning. He STILL HAS ON THE TIE.
Love these kids.
. . . and I love Les Miserables. I've seen it twice (most recently being last night, when Mr. Wonderful surprised me with a babysitter and said, "Let's go again."), and I intend to go back Thursday night and see it one more time. Oh, yes I do. Maya's middle name? Cosette. It comes from the movie. Go watch it and you'll see why. Just beautiful.
That's all I've got. Go get a snack and enjoy the rest of the day!
Love, Paige
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