On the 23rd, our good friends the P family and the H-S family (plus a few other people) joined us for a potluck and carol singing. We counted that that's 25 children between the three families when they are all at home. Since this doesn't happen very often, and especially not when we're all together, it feels very special when we are all together. The highlight of the evening (at least for me) was watching all 25 children singing and doing the motions for The Twelve Days of Christmas together.
Then we had Christmas Eve. The pageant went wonderfully, the children's choir sounded pretty good for five rehearsals (if I do say so myself), and G. and L. were adorable pink angels. (A friend took a picture. When she sends it to me, I'll share it.) In our pageant, Baby Jesus arrives by being delivered by an angel. This angel is often accompanied by little pink angels who then proceed to sit with the Holy Family and entertain Baby Jesus (and the rest of the congregation). No, not Biblical, but cute. After church we went back home for dinner (with some family and friends) and then more carol singing. I posted pictures yesterday of everyone in their nice clothes.
Then it was Christmas. It was a lovely day. I'll just share some pictures. Everyone had new pajamas which they were wearing (and which I made), but for sanity's sake, I decided not to go the matching route this year.
Everyone coming down the stairs Christmas morning.
G. modelling her new giraffe costume.
A. gave what was probably one of the most appreciated gifts of the morning... a real Bey Blade!
M. made K. a lion dancer costume.
The giraffe baking muffins.
Then last night we were invited to friends for dinner and everyone spent every minute playing the new dance game our friends got for their Wii. Very, very amusing to watch.
Today was spent in the very non-holiday occupations of visiting doctors, having blood drawn, and doing laundry. At least for me (driving to the doctor and laundry) and H. (seeing the doctor and having blood drawn), all others are still very much in vacation mode and playing games, playing with new toys, and playing in the snow.
Don't forget the three children still waiting for their families to find them.
This is Chad. He is 9 years old and has always lived in an institution. An institution with severe neglect. No one has ever even asked to look at his file and now it looks as though they never will. Pray that God will not let this little one become invisible. Pray that his parents will find him and show him what it means to be loved.
How about this picture? He looks like a sweetheart with his curly hair.
Don't forget Harvey!
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 Brandi. She is 6 years old. She lies in her crib and waits and waits and waits for someone to scoop her up and tell her how loved she is. Just imagine a grin on her face, her hair allowed to grow out. Imagine how transformed she will look when she is loved. Pray that she doesn't have to wait too much longer for her parents to find her.