I Love...

I love...

• The way you say "Hey Momma, you a-member last mornin' when I was just a              wittle  baby?"
• Your smile and laughter, both contagious.
• the way you say "I cromise" instead of "I promise".
• when you say that things get on your "ner-nous".

I love you, Ben Cheng-Yu!

Fortune Cookie

After eating at Formosa tonight, we opened our fortune cookies in the car.  Cheng-Yu opened his, pulled out the tiny piece of paper and said, "Mine says, Dear Jesus...thank you uh Jackson and Ben."  

From One Mother to Another...Happy Mother's Day

Another Mother

God chose her knowing she would choose me.

I trusted Him so she trusted me.

Through one mother to another mother,

God gave you to me.

And for always, I pray for another mother

who knew you before me.

by: Robin Coffman

From one mother to another...Happy Mother's Day

 

No Thanks, Mommy!

It is amazing to see how much your children change each day in the early years.  Today, I asked Cheng-Yu if he was ready for his nap and his response was, "No thanks, Mommy".  He said it in the sweetest, honest way.  His expressive language is really coming along.  A few days ago, he clearly said "YES" instead of "SES" for the first time.  Within the last week he has expanded some  phrases to complete sentences.  Like saying, "Get up, Momma!" instead of "Up, Momma."  And about a week ago, he started calling me Mom with a big emphasis on the last "m".  These are just an example of some little things I want to remember.

Mo Pray-us Peas, Momma

Shortly after I finished saying a night time prayer with Cheng-Yu tonight, he says..."Mo Pray-us peas, Momma".  I began to pray again, thanking God for our many blessings...naming them one by one.  AMEN.  Then once again, I hear him say, "Mo pray-us peas, Momma".  This time, I really poured my heart out praying for his birth country, birthparents and asking for God's guidance in very specific situations in our lives....once again, naming them one by one.  AMEN.  And yes, once again I hear the sweetest little voice.  "Pray-us again, Momma!"  At this point, about 45 minutes had passed and I needed a bathroom break.  After my short break, I returned to pray another really long prayer.  At one point I felt myself drifting off to sleep and realizing I was thanking Jesus for my backpack.  Each time I would stop praying...or fall asleep, I would hear that sweet voice...."Mo pray-us peas, Momma", until he finally drifted off to sleep himself.  

Some might think I was being manipulated by a 2 year old!  But for me, I believe that sweet voice had another whisperer.  I can't remember the last time I prayed for over an hour.  It was about time:)