Happy (belated) 10th Birthday, TM!

Don't take it personally, but I'm afraid my parents visiting takes precedence over blogging. But I took them to the airport this morning (as well as hosted our history co-op, made a grocery list, and went to the grocery store), so I can get back into the blogging routine.

Yesterday was TM's birthday. (Well, that needs a qualifier for those who are long time readers and might remember that his official birthday is Oct. 31. He has decided that he really, really doesn't like having his birthday on that date, and I can't say that I blame him. Instead, he decided that he would like to move the whole event to Nov. 1. So, official forms aside, that is what it is going to be from now on.)

The day went well. He chose bagels for breakfast instead of our regular doughnuts and for dinner he chose BBQ ribs. Everyone highly approved of his choices. For his desert, he chose a chocolate cheesecake pie, which he helped to make. Here is a picture of how it turned out. (It was as good as it looks in the picture.) What he really wanted were the chocolate curls on top, which I managed to make, though having made them once, it will be much easier to make them again. There are a few things I would do differently.

Of course, true to family form, candles could not be stood in the pie, so they had to be held. A. did the honors.

We then moved to opening presents, the highlight of which was a guitar from Grammy and Grandpa, thus fulfilling a long term wish of TM's to learn to play. Even better, a friend of M.'s is going to come a couple of times of month and give him lessons, since guitar is an instrument which I know very little about. Just look at that smile!

So, Happy Birthday to my dear son. I love you very much. A phrase, I might add, that I can say without reservation or hesitation. You are bright, funny, talented, and it fills me with joy to see the joy you are discovering. God has blessed us indeed by allowing you to be our son.

I missed yesterday's post, so I need to remind you to pray for two children today.

Continuing to advocate for the children in Bulgaria. Their files were sent back which means that they cannot be advocated for on Reese's Rainbow or have any funds donated towards their adoptions. It means they are essentially invisible and unwanted. It tells the government and the agencies that yes, indeed, their initial assumptions were correct. No one wants a child like these. They are not worth it.

But they are! They are created by God in His image and we are called to care for them. They are truly the least of these. I cannot let them go; I think about them in nearly every free moment that I have. I'm going to post one of their pictures here at the bottom of each of my posts each day. Would you join me in praying for each of these children? Pray that a family would come forward who is willing to adopt them. Love them. Pray that they will know they are not forgotten? There is still hope for these little ones as their files can be specially asked for, it just adds time to the process.

This is Harvey. He is 3 years old and is the size of an infant. Harvey is extremely malnourished and also has some cranial-facial issues. This little one also touches my heart since K. was malnourished (at some points in his life, rather extremely) and two of my children have cranial-facial issues. It is something that sounds very scary, I know. But my children are so much more than their diagnoses. This little boy has never known what it is to be loved and cared for. Doesn't he deserve at least that?


This is Penny. She is 12 years old and has had her file sent back not once, but twice. Two times not one family said that she was worth being adopted. Can you imagine? Look at those eyes! And imagine that curly hair grown out and in adorable pigtails! The reports say that she still smiles, even after the years of abuse and neglect that she has endured. Please, can't just one family give her something to really smile about? Can one family share their abundance with this child?


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