tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018878772670436722023-12-11T21:43:39.130-05:00Everything Murphy...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.comBlogger688125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-119848647280526822018-06-28T16:42:00.001-04:002018-06-29T09:55:34.053-04:00The Telephone<div style="text-align: center;">
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recently decided it would be a good idea to see if Lulu could commit my
cell phone number to memory, and I never - truly - thought beyond
safety reasons. She now knows my "phone password" by heart. And she's
not afraid to use it. When I see the house phone on the caller ID, I
know it's her before I even answer because she's the only one who uses
it now.<br /> <br /> "Hello Lulu," I say withou<span class="text_exposed_show">t pause. <br /> "Where ARE you now???" She responds in the same demanding, almost desperate, tone every time.<br /> <br />
I have to admit that - at first - I was really frustrated by her
persistence, and I am ashamed to say that it started to feel like an
annoyance. I was met with a child on the other end who didn't understand
why I was away from her and there was usually an onslaught of tears,
and even rage accompanying the fear of abandonment. I knew I had to
answer if I could. Once I left my ringer off by mistake and picked up my
phone to find 8 missed calls. I knew they were all from her.<br /> <br />
Then one day, the Holy Spirit grabbed me and breathed grace. I took a
step back from my own selfish pettiness and basked in the astounding
wonder of it all...the fact that she was able to memorize my number, for
one. But even more, to embrace the wonderful notion of our daughter
knowing that she can pick up a phone anytime and hear Mama's voice when
she feels insecure or lonely. Sometimes she just wants to say "good
morning" if I'm exercising and not there when she wakes up. Sometimes
she wants to call me to say "good night" on the occasion I'm out at a
meeting or with friends. The calls are getting better, and they are
getting shorter. Each conversation brings her closer to the security and
peace in her mind that I'll be home soon.<br /> <br /> I will never again
answer her calls without pure gratitude that she's able, and willing, to
call me...even if it's ten times a day. This child never had a mother's
number to memorize before. For nearly six years, this child never had a
mother at her beckoned call.<br /> <br /> I am grateful that Lulu, and all
my babies, have the ability to reach me whenever they want to, and that
they have a mama to call at all. Thank you, JESUS, for these precious
gifts.</span></span></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-74047802273599743972017-09-02T14:48:00.001-04:002017-09-02T14:50:44.071-04:00Random thoughts about middle school<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's been way too long since I've written here in this space. And--as I started to share yet another social media post--it occurred to me that I want to preserve these random thoughts about middle school in more than a fleeting way--I want to save them for our eldest to reflect on someday. I want Madi to<i> always know</i> just how amazing she is to me.<br />
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highlight of her classes, from my view, is that she's taking band for the
first time. I think this is an unexpected highlight for her, too. The
testing and instrument fitting process took place last week and Madi was
granted her first choice--the oboe. She was the only one chosen for this instrument in her class of
twenty-some kids, and the teacher made it clear that it's a bit more
complex than some of the other instrument choices. That didn't scare Madi, naturally, and
she likes the fact that much of her practice will be solo. Thank
goodness the Lord shielded Jimmy and me from the rental costs <i>before</i>
the interview process, just saying, but I can hardly wait to hear the
first sounds from her lips through that instrument. I know it will be
one of the sweetest tunes I've ever heard.<br />
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I'm so proud of all the new "firsts" for our first born--she's riding
the school bus home most days because the afternoon pick up is far too
chaotic and boring for three over-tired little ones. She's already taken four
tests in one day (makes me queasy thinking about it, yet she takes it all in stride). Heck, last night she was
showing my mother a Powerpoint presentation she'd made in school, and I
completely disregarded it thinking she'd pulled up the Apple website!<br />
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My favorite favorite thing about this year, by far, has turned out to be our morning drive. I thought it would be. I know many opt (many out of necessity) to utilize transportation services (bus), but honestly? I cannot say enough about how special that much-needed quality time is for the two of us each morning. We're fresh and unscattered, and we're ALONE. It's a recipe for the best of conversation, without interruption or distraction since I drop the little ones at school an hour earlier. It's kind of a holy mother-daughter space--in the form of a morning commute, and I'll take it. If there's one thing I'm acutely aware of (and have been warned of), it's that middle school has a way of churning up all kinds of hard times. And I love, love, love that we'll have our own personal block of time carved out to chit chat about anything that comes our {her} way.</div>
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Yesterday morning we talked about the fact that our little dragon is not actually "shy" but "reserved" rather, and we laughed about how far that apple fell from the tree. I learned about a few of Madi's new friends, and it went something like this: "In this class, I helped my friend (insert name), and in this class, I helped my friend (insert name) with this assignment. And, in band, I helped (insert name) with her homework. Lord, I love that Madi feels such value in serving and feels friendship with her peers through sharing her gifts and talents. That just warms my heart <i>completely.</i><br />
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<i>Actually, most things she does warm my heart completely. I am in awe of this girl...</i><br />
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-70667713900997840942017-06-10T14:13:00.001-04:002017-06-10T15:12:01.353-04:00SVF Bible Camp 2017<div style="text-align: justify;">
Bible camp always proves to be one of my favorite weeks, and this year, I went back to leading the snack station. I had done this for a few years in the past, but when Joey and Lulu came home, I switched roles to be their group leader in the camp, because I didn't want to miss a thing about the experience for our little people.</div>
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But this year, I was needed back in snack, and I knew that there would be one <i>huge</i> bonus managing this post again...Madi! Since she'd aged out as a camper, I had the opportunity to have her on my team. And WOW, was our team AMAZING!!! Madi and Ana seriously could have run the ship on their own. They made solid decisions, and their work ethic was second to none. These girls were exhausted by noon, and it was crystal clear why!</div>
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The down side, of course, was missing everything that the littles were up to. I must admit that I took a few extra trips to the bathroom so I could sneak a peek at them in action. Thankfully, the group leaders and other station leaders were so kind to inform me of their special attributes and happenings each day. And I know that sometimes our kids do shine a little brighter when Mommy's not around to coddle them. This is what I learned through the wonderful people who chose to share with me...</div>
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I heard that Joey has a beautiful artistic eye and that he catches on to projects at lightning speed. He needs minimal direction and supervision.</div>
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I heard that Charlie, our sweet little dreamer, asks the most deep and intense questions...ones that left even the religion teacher wondering. This year's camp was dedicated to Our Blessed Mother, and through the week, Charlie talked (at home) about numerous visions of Mary. I love that his head was filled with such beautiful thoughts and dreams of her.</div>
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I heard that Lulu, our determined little spitfire Lulu, is a wonderful sport who <i>loves </i>playing games, and even wins them sometimes. She was assigned a wonderful pal named Brooke who made her week extra-special. Lulu makes those around her become better people, because she lives out loud, makes people laugh, and doesn't see any limitations within herself. If you don't see the miracle within her? Search your own soul. </div>
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I am truly blessed each year to be involved with such a loving community of faithful and giving mothers! Yep...still one of the BEST weeks of the year. Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-26927892386718510292017-02-22T12:30:00.000-05:002017-02-23T14:41:07.195-05:00A field of Glory<div style="text-align: justify;">
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This child, <b>a mere ten months ago</b>, was restricted to the confines of a building. And last night, <i>she ran free</i> on a soccer field--no boundaries; no limitations. It's almost too much to digest sometimes...</div>
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At the end of her first official soccer practice, the coach asked the kids to get down on one knee. Lulu lost her balance and toppled over every few seconds, but she wouldn't surrender and maneuvered back into the formation that had been asked of her. Our daughter remained on one knee until every other child--and coach--was back up on two feet. </div>
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Before we left, the coach handed out the jerseys for the "Pink Flamingos" team. My heart started to race as I hoped it would all go down in a good way. And then he pulls out jersey number one. If he only knew how this Mama's heart begged for my daughter to have that number. It means the world to her. You see, <b>for</b> <b>five-and-a-half years</b>, she never knew what it was like to be number one. All kids are treated equally in orphanages (for the most part), and it's only now that she's learned what it feels like to receive the honor of being first sometimes. It doesn't always end up "good times" in our home because of this, but on this occasion--on that soccer field--it did. </div>
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"Who wants to be number one?" the coach shouted out. In a split nanosecond, Lulu's hand nearly touched the night's sky as she screamed out, "Me! Me!" <i>I nearly melted.</i> There wasn't an ounce of competition, praise the Lord. The other kids, and the coach, chuckled as they handed Lulu the jersey and bestowed upon her the honor of donning number one. It was so much deeper than they even realized.</div>
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Parenting Lulu isn't the easiest job we've ever had. But, Lord knows (and our mothers, too) that parenting us wasn't easy either. It's a privilege, and that's not lost on us. Sometimes in these moments, I feel so small and humbled when I sit back and reflect on all she's been through, yet she possesses such determination and might in spite of it. We learn many lessons through these children, and we thank you, Heavenly Father, for calling us to your field of Glory.</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-73685998759636367502017-01-21T15:35:00.000-05:002017-01-21T21:39:28.483-05:00Eight<div style="text-align: justify;">
Our Joey turned eight last Saturday. We had a quiet celebration over at Bubba and Grandpa's house where she made his favorite dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. Grandpa Murphy and Miss Suzanne joined us, too. I made an attempt at a Pokeball cake, which he loved. </div>
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Our son, our treasured son, is such a homebody that he opted not for big festivities this year. I ran twenty different scenarios by him of fun things we could do, but when it came down to it, he just wanted to be home and asked for his best friend Mason to sleep over on Sunday. I love that about him--he's so easy to please with the simple things. We ordered Chinese food and the boys played Xbox and enjoyed their time together.</div>
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I have a hunch this is going to be a good year for Joseph. He's working on overcoming some big hurdles still, but I feel some major breakthroughs coming his way. He's grown so much and continues to amaze us. He's such a good boy. And eight looks great on him.</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-59983146871229645412017-01-04T19:45:00.001-05:002017-01-04T23:10:08.499-05:00Survivor<div style="text-align: justify;">
After Lulu's MRI in the fall, we received a follow up call
that pretty much indicated "nothing really new" was learned from
the images, so when I made Lulu's follow up appointment that required us to wait a couple of months, I hadn't expected to learn what we did today. And,
honestly, I wasn't prepared to see the images that I saw. I won't be
posting them publicly because they belong <i>to her,</i> but I wasn't
prepared--at all--to see such a sizeable gray space on our daughter's brain images that it
forced me to gasp for air. She is a walking miracle. And, honestly, Lulu
amazes me even more now knowing what a fighter our girl is.<br />
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The images gave evidence of a significant bleed, and based
on the nature of the damage, the neurologist believes that Lulu's brain
injury occurred before 28 or 29 weeks of gestation. And based on the
placement of Lulu's not one--but two--injuries on opposite sides of her brain, she also surmised
that Lulu may have been injured intentionally--that she may have <i>survived an abortion attempt</i>. Yes, you read that
right. I can't even type it without tears flooding in. I don't want to
engage in a pro-life debate here, but to think that this beautiful child
may have survived an act that would've erased her presence from this very world? How do we even digest that? How do I <i>ever</i> thank God <i>enough</i>
for this precious gift? We'll obviously never know the whole story of Lulu's
rough beginnings and whether this is truly what happened to her in utero or not, but we can
surely <b>praise our ever-loving Father </b>for breathing life into Lulu, for
protecting her against all odds, and for <i>giving her to us</i>.<br />
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for making babies brains with such incredible plasticity. Had Lulu suffered this
type of injury later in life, it may have taken so much more of her
movement and function away. I asked how all of this will affect her. The neurologist said she's not one to predict the future. Lulu is dealing with a compound effect given her institutional delays, but she is doing so incredibly well, and God made her with
one heck of a determination. She is crazy bright and so full of personality. The doctor explained the damage in this
way: Imagine a small office of ten people who are maxed out in their
workload, and then three of them are let go. Now you have less people
with an overcrowded workload and that results in some issues...some
things fall through the cracks, some things are forgotten, some mistakes are made, and they get angry
and handle things the wrong way. You get the picture...that's what's happening
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When Lulu was
recently baptized on the fourth Sunday of Advent, as we waited to celebrate the birth of Jesus with expectant hope, my mom and dad gave her a beautiful "Simple Blessings" cross and wrote this, "The small simple cross is a symbol of
the power of simple blessings.
Lulu is twice blessed; first by surviving a difficult birth, and
secondly by catching the eyes of Lisa and Jimmy Murphy. That is
“Spiritual" fate." When my mom wrote that, she had no idea how much of a
survivor her granddaughter truly is. I pray those waters of baptism
will continue to heal her and protect this precious child even more...I pray that her life will glorify God in the same
miraculous ways in which she was <b><i>born to live</i></b> on this green earth. We baptized her with the name <i>Jane</i> (her middle name) meaning "Gift from God." And that she surely is. Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ, King of Endless Glory.</div>
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The last I posted about Lulu's progress, it was after <a href="http://everythingmadi.blogspot.com/2016/08/month-three.html" target="_blank">three months home</a>. And these past four months? Well, let's just say it's been quite the whirlwind...time has flown by.<br />
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So let me back up...summer was such a great time for family bonding and for Lulu's overall transition. But then when the school year kicked in? It was like trauma set in all over again. We figured <a href="http://everythingmadi.blogspot.com/2016/08/plan-bthe-school-year.html" target="_blank">the school part out and acted quickly</a>, thank God, but I believe the backlash wasn't just about <i>her</i> new schedule. It was also a trigger of fear-based behavior seeing her siblings leave the nest, too. So we were faced with a couple steps backwards for Lulu, and I'm not gonna lie...it was <i>hard </i>to see (and hear) her major emotional breakdowns all over again. Hard on her, hard on us, and hard on her siblings. And I know some of you are shaking your heads and saying, "Lulu? Not Lulu." But yes, friends. This is what happens behind closed doors sometimes when children from hard places finally get to their comfort zone at home--it's a time of testing boundaries--mostly to see just how much you'll love them--even when they're at their worst. Lulu even managed to fracture her big toe in the middle of an epic meltdown. But the beautiful thing is? All that "letting it go" has moved our daughter into forward motion again, and here at seven months, I can honestly say that I think we're back to getting our groove on. Thank you, Jesus. And do you think for a second that a leg cast to her knee on one leg and an AFO brace on the other would slow this girl down? Not a chance. She is one busy bee.</div>
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About two months ago, shortly after I <a href="http://everythingmadi.blogspot.com/2016/08/month-three.html" target="_blank">posted about her new bed</a>, Lulu decided that she wanted to bunk with her brothers. So she left that beautiful princess bed for a time and chose to sleep on the floor between her brothers' beds. We were fine with indulging her. We knew she wouldn't make that choice forever, and I'm sure it felt cozily familiar to her sleeping arrangements in China with multiple children in one room. The boys weren't always crazy about it, Joey namely, but he suffered through it, and we reminded him that it wasn't so long ago when he came home and had the luxury of a built-in roommate in his brother. She just needed a little bit of the same. And just like that, one day in early November, she jumped back into that princess bed for good.</div>
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Lulu LOVES school still. I look back now and wonder what we were thinking to skip the important developmental step of preschool for her. God knew better! Yes, she is in a six-year old body, but she's so much younger in so many ways. As my friend Jennifer so beautifully stated, "Lulu never got to be two and throw fits and be
awful and know her Mommy still loves her. She never got to be three and
choose only pink clothes and pink cookies and pink toys and be
understood and indulged. She never got to be four and cry and panic and
watch everyone else cry and panic when they say goodbye to their parents
at preschool. Now she won't be rushed to behave and sit still and pay
attention. She can roll on the carpet and eat Playdoh and cry, and no one
will call her a baby. Florida kindergarten isn't like other states:
with half days and nap times- we push our kids and Lulu shouldn't be
pushed she should be hugged closer." Amen to those sentiments. The smaller (10 kids) and playful environment is precisely what she needed. She adores her teacher, affectionately called "B" and the three-day school week could not work out better to meet her needs. <br />
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Our Tuesday and Thursday mornings have been filled with physical and
occupational therapy and for extra mommy time. For a couple of months,
our Thursday mornings were also filled by a beautiful sister-in-Christ, Jeanine,
who graciously offered Lulu play therapy sessions. They were a Godsend
during a very rough patch, and I believe that those sessions were
instrumental in helping Lulu find peace in her tumultuous season of
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I am constantly reminded (based on poor decisions basically) how Lulu's world still needs to be kept small. She is very easily overstimulated and that's when she tends to spin out of control. We plan to be very cognizant of this during the holidays, as we did with Joey his first year home. So far, so good. Separation anxiety is, for the most part, a thing of the past now! Lulu frequently takes outings with Daddy and easily says, "Bye bye, Mama" with complete trust that I'm coming back. She's stayed home with our favorite sitters, Jules and Ashley, quite often and willingly went over to Bubba and Grandpa's house with the boys while Jimmy and I took Madi out to dinner alone one night. It's a wonderful and gigantic step in her progress! I mean HUGE...this was a real hurdle for her and it's a relief to know that she finally trusts that we ARE coming back. </div>
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Lulu finished her first cheerleading season with The Miracle League. What a wonderful, unplanned blessing it was for her! She loved having a sport that she could call "her own." There was an occasion when big sister suited up to help as her buddy, but Lulu put up a fuss, and we finally figured out why. She wanted this to be <i>all her,</i> without any assistance from any of her family members. She wanted us to watch her every move, and she was so proud of herself, especially as the main stunt girl! It was awesome. </div>
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Medically, our brave little girl is also making great progress. She
wears her AFO leg brace (mostly) without complaint. She does four hours
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definitely see that her left side is becoming stronger. Thank goodness
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It's overwhelming to think of the major progress this child has made in so many areas. I think of simple things--like her staring at an ipad in China without a clue how to operate it, and now she swipes that tablet like nobody's business. I remember trying to color with her on our first airplane ride in China and how she would take a crayon and strike certain areas without rhyme or reason. And my oh my, how her skill has blossomed...</div>
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Lulu's language is coming along so nicely. Just recently she's started putting together some sentences of five or so words. The most amazing breakthrough has been her recent ability to ask, "Are you mad at me?" It sounds crazy, but it's been transforming for her to articulate this! I'm starting to suspect that many months of meltdowns were for fear that I was angry at her. Who knows why...maybe she sensed a disapproving look or tone from me? Or maybe that's what she was used to in China? Anyway, her newfound ability to verbalize her concerns allows me to say, "No, Lulu. I am not mad at you" and to explain my thought process in that moment. It gives her great relief and perhaps more of an understanding of my reactions and feelings. I believe that this five word question has spared her a world of fear, and has prevented many meltdowns. I'm so thankful for these positive developments in her language. She understood much of our language very early on, but now she's beginning to better express herself verbally.</div>
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We've celebrated many "firsts" with our little girl over these past few months. She lost her first tooth. She helped carve a pumpkin, went to her first Pumpkin Patch and dressed up as a good witch for her first Halloween. We celebrated her first Thanksgiving together with Grandparents. She sang in her first preschool performance. And she had her first playdate sans Mama. Lulu is thriving in so many ways and she truly is a beautiful soul! We are so excited for her first Christmas with a family and all the joy that it will bring. Praise Jesus for all He has done. He is faithful!</div>
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-62539708464879982382016-10-24T12:11:00.001-04:002016-10-24T12:17:39.925-04:00Soccer Season<div style="text-align: justify;">
I absolutely <i>love </i>everything about soccer as the sport for our boys--the running, the fresh air, the teamwork. And this season, we have a new soccer fan in the house. She's not yet on a team, but boy she loves to run and play on the field, nevermind the AFO leg brace and cast she's sporting for her broken toe. <i>Nothing</i> stops little sis.</div>
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But the big surprise of the season? A mere six months ago, I <a href="http://everythingmadi.blogspot.com/2016/03/soccer-time.html" target="_blank">posted about Joey and his deep, dark fear of playing soccer</a>. Our son was <i>terrified</i>...probably fearful of failure, perhaps scared of something new altogether. And everything was an issue for him from the practice, to the uniform, and especially the shoes. I expected much of the same this season, but this kid? He proved me <i>wrong</i>. When I handed him Charlie's cleats from last year, Joey didn't flinch. He didn't complain or whine once, and he simply put them on with a smile. I chuckled at the lack of resistance that I'd met with. I never heard one single gripe about practice or the games and he never questioned who else (besides Charlie) was on his team. It was amazing, and it just goes to show how much children grow developmentally inside of six months. His confidence level has improved so much! And we are so excited for him.</div>
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Then there's Charlie, our dreamy little Charlie. His smile continues to be a mile wide as he runs and plays this season, without a care in the world. We're not convinced that soccer's his "forever sport" but it sure is fun to watch him out on that field. It's fun to watch both of them, actually!</div>
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-40735348447760568582016-10-09T21:33:00.001-04:002016-10-09T22:11:34.117-04:00Our Little Miracle Girl<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ayi ("Auntie" in Chinese) Julia holds a special place in our hearts around here. Her husband, a.k.a. Shu Shu ("Uncle") too. There's something sacred about friends who drop everything to jump on a plane and cross the world to be with you when you meet your daughter. Jeff and Julia sacrificed in so many ways and reached <i>way</i> out of their comfort zones to make that trip. They left their three boys home, appointed substitute coaches to run the <a href="http://miracleleaguepalmbeachcounty.com/" target="_blank">Miracle League of Delray Beach</a>, a very special baseball league for children with disabilities that they founded. They also left behind a sick beloved dog named Daisy who crossed the Rainbow Bridge while they were gone. Not to mention the financial burden. But nothing stopped them--they wanted to witness the miracle of adoption.</div>
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It didn't take long for Lulu to bond with Ayi and Shu Shu in China. Nor did it take long for them to fall in love with her. </div>
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And it became crystal clear in a foreign land that Ayi and Shu Shu were destined to be Lulu's Godparents.</div>
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Albert Einstein once said, "There are two ways to live your life. One, as though nothing is a miracle. The other, as though <i>everything is</i>."<br />
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Yesterday was a beautiful day. We went to the field for the Miracle League's opening ceremonies, and we were privileged to witness Jeff and Julia renew their wedding vows for their 25th wedding anniversary. While we watched the game after, I overheard a woman asking a mom if her daughter wanted to be a cheerleader. Well, who am I to keep my mouth shut? I asked her what the requirements were, and the next thing you know, Lulu and I are walking across the grass to suit up in a new uniform and practice with pom poms. </div>
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So, can you even imagine the look on Ayi Julia's face yesterday when <i>five months to the day </i>that Lulu walked off a plane as a U.S. citizen, she surprised Ayi and walked onto the baseball field as a Miracle League cheerleader? Her expression is ingrained in my brain forever--I wish you could've seen it. And Lulu was <i>beyond</i> proud of herself, just so determined to follow every move to the best of her ability. Julia and I held back tears and shook our heads, both acknowledging the miracle. Who could've possibly scripted this? God did, of course. He <i>is, </i>after all, in the business of making miracles...<br />
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Last Monday, after I took Lulu for her first visit to First United Methodist Preschool, I pulled out all the kids memory books so she could see that Madi, Charlie, and Joseph had all been students there. The one thing that caught her attention most in all three books were the birthday photos. </div>
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Lulu's all about birthdays, you see. She loves to sing happy birthday;
she loves to say happy birthday; she loves to celebrate birthdays.
I'm really not sure that she understands the whole concept, and I don't know if and how often birthdays were even celebrated in her orphanage, but Lulu had already made up her mind that she wanted <i>her own</i> birthday party at
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So, even though Lulu's real birthday took place in June, I promised our daughter that I'd ask if we could hold a belated celebration for her. Honestly, I wasn't sure if they'd be okay with it, but I <i>knew</i> this would be a perfect hook for her attendance at school! I spoke to the kind-hearted powers-that-be and they gave their approval instantly.</div>
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And the plan? It worked beautifully. We heard "Lulu Happy Birthday" out of her mouth <i>every five minutes since Wednesday</i>. She could not wait for this day! She told her baby dolls about it; she told me and Daddy about it (1000 times); she basically told anyone who would listen to her...</div>
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Yesterday, we went to Target together and picked out some cookies for the special occasion to share with her new friends. This morning when she entered the classroom, she was donned with her crown and sticker by her sweet new teacher, Mrs. Baraldi. This girl was in Heaven.</div>
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Do y'all have any idea how relieved I am today? Yeah, I guess you probably do. Thank you for all your prayers for Lulu. As she waved me goodbye this morning with a confident and non-crying, "Bye, bye, Mama," I knew it was going to be a beautiful day for her. And I feel cautiously optimistic that it will continue in the weeks ahead.</div>
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Preschool rocks. End of story.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-58058108423182400952016-08-31T12:38:00.002-04:002016-09-01T08:05:29.086-04:00Plan B...the school year<div style="text-align: justify;">
No one said this would be easy...and I'm not quite sure why I thought it would be. We have now moved to a "Plan B" with Lulu and school. </div>
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Lulu did so well the first week of her staggered start of Kindergarten. Actually, I take that back. She cried a few times daily, but nothing that seemed terribly traumatic.<br />
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But then, after the weekend, it got worse...much worse. And honestly? I am not comfortable with worse. I get the whole "she'll be okay" and "she'll get used to it" but this Mama can't bear the separation anxiety which appeared in the form of sheer terror on her face. I am not going to share the details here of Lulu's behavior after school on Friday, but let me
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she couldn't go back. Maybe it was too academic. Maybe it felt too institutional...we don't know. But with that, Jimmy and I had to honestly, and prayerfully, re-evaluate our initial thoughts about our daughter's readiness
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Our daughter, though cared for in a smaller orphanage, was in <i>an orphanage for five-and-a-half years</i>--no mommy or daddy to constantly coddle her. Yes, her basic needs were met by all indications, but she was not given the consistent one-on-one attention that we sometimes take for granted in the lives of little ones. This information weighs very heavily on my heart. And shouldn't it?? We, as Lulu's parents, have the responsibility of tending to her <i>spirit first</i>, before her education. I cannot--I will not--leave her again with the look that she had on her face Friday morning or pick her up in the state she was in Friday afternoon. It's not at all worth it to me, and Lulu <i>needs to know</i>--beyond the shadow of a doubt--that Mommy always comes back. She'll get there, she will, in <i>her</i> time. We are grateful that she feels so attached, actually, when attachment issues are sometimes such a difficult roadblock in the adoption process. </div>
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I have to give <i>extreme</i> kudos to Banyan Creek. Lulu's teacher, Miss Bender, is a saint...I mean, really, a saint. Her efforts to help make Lulu comfortable were just above and
beyond compassionate. The entire administration has been nothing but supportive and understanding of Lulu's transition and our decision making process. This school is clearly FOR THE CHILDREN. I am grateful for social media because some of these people have seen Lulu come home and they've watched her beginnings in our family. That has been a blessing in more ways than one, I'm sure. And you all wouldn't believe the kids who were in her class. Talk about
compassion...these little ones showered Lulu with love and encouragement
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Over the weekend, it all started to become more clear, and on Monday, I decided to take Lulu for a visit to <a href="http://www.fumcbb.com/http-www-e-zekielcms-com-builder-dba8b12a-07cb-11e4-b6b9-ce570785dd7d-open" target="_blank">First United Methodist Preschool</a> where her siblings attended VPK (mentioned in a <a href="http://everythingmadi.blogspot.com/2016/08/making-decision-for-lulus-schooling.html" target="_blank">previous post</a>). This kid <i>ate it up</i>. When I texted the pictures to my husband, he replied, "Looks like this might be a good fit." And he was right on. She played on the floor with our beloved Mrs. Avogardo. She ran into every classroom, including our dear Mrs. Bivins, eager to see the toys inside. She voluntarily took part in their yoga for recess. It felt like home--for both of us.<br />
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What baffles me is that in all the preparation for her schooling, we had completely overlooked and forgotten the fact that Lulu was <i>never given </i>the opportunity to play in China. We nurtured that part of Joseph who came home at the same age, so why would we deny her the same experience? <br />
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This morning I took her back to preschool. She was reluctant, but her new teacher was incredibly sweet and accommodating. She allowed me to introduce Lulu to the class of ten students and even pulled down a globe so they could see where Lulu was born. She encouraged me to stay and sit with her on the rug for circle time. When it was clear that Lulu was engaged to a good, healthy degree, I took the chance to exit for some paperwork. She never came out crying, and I never re-entered the classroom. The Director (and my friend), Anastasia, sent me this an hour later.<br />
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My dream of having Lulu at Banyan right now was clearly <i>my</i> plan,
and we all know what happens to "our plans" sometimes. This Mama Bear
will just have to wait another year for her bear cub to be ready for the
"big school." We truly believe Lulu is in the right place for now, and our hope is that nurturing the baby and toddler in her spirit will give
her a healthier start and an easier introduction to socialization and
the English language. She's in the very same classroom that her Grandpa Murphy donated and installed a new sink and cabinet six years ago when her big sister went to school there! I might show up at 1:30 to a puddle of tears today, but we will forge through this process with her one day at a time. And, with a three-day school week, we can schedule her physical therapies on her off days. </div>
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Please continue to keep Lulu in your prayers. It is obvious that she wants, so badly, to go to school and learn, but fear holds her back. We pray that her trust and security prevails in her heart, so that she can feel secure enough to leave this nest each morning with full knowing that she'll be back in a matter of hours. We wholeheartedly believe this is the right fit for her...we just need <i>her </i>to believe that.</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-32264059313095012242016-08-16T12:07:00.001-04:002016-08-16T12:29:41.316-04:00Month three<div style="text-align: justify;">
Whoa. I typed this same statement last month, I know, but I'm in awe of the leaps and bounds of progress in Lulu's transition. She just amazes us everyday. Again, it's not all perfect, but it sure is getting closer each day.</div>
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Since my last "update" post, Lulu is now sleeping in her room and in her own bed! At the beginning of August, Lulu's Godmother alerted us to a beautiful bed that a friend was selling, and it was absolutely perfect. Funny that I had been online price shopping beds that week but knew that finances would prevent a purchase. This bed was a fraction of the price of all of them and the quality is probably double and then some. It is fit for Princess Lulu, and I love that it has a trundle for co-sleeping transition and sibling sleepovers! She's made it about halfway through the night in her bed and finds her way into our bed, but no tears and no meltdowns--this is a huge step for her. And last night, she slept through the night for the first time!</div>
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Lulu had her first visit to the Pediatrician in August for her initial physical and to get her school forms and referrals for additional medical evaluations. Little Miss Brave needed three vaccines and a finger stick that day,
which she took like a champ--no tears, not a flinch, just an itty bitty
"ow" and that was it. I can't get over how her body has physically transformed in three months time. She has grown almost two inches (!) and gained about 3.5 pounds, but she looks like a different child based on her physique alone. Her muscle tone has definitely improved from everyday living. I think back to when she first came home and needed assistance to climb onto a chair at the kitchen table, and mere months later, she gets up all by herself. </div>
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Mid-summer, Jimmy and I made a decision to take the ipad away from Lulu (from all the kids, actually). What initially started (watching Boonie Bears and other Chinese cartoons) as a source of comfort when we first came home started to become a hindrance to her learning English, or that's what we suspected at least. As much as we'd like Lulu to retain her understanding of Mandarin, the first priority right now is English. A month-and-a-half later, she seems to be speaking and understanding much more than before, so we've given the ipad back to her with only learning apps in English. Buh-bye for now, YouTube Kids. </div>
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Lulu's meltdowns and fear-based fighting episodes are few and far between, thank God. She is adapting, and she is adapting well. Our littlest one started her first day of Kindergarten today and though my heart feels torn to have her away from home so soon, I know this will ultimately help her soar, and I pray that her separation anxiety is minimal knowing that I am right around the corner if she needs me. I am so thankful and beyond blessed to be her Mommy...</div>
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What made up for it was the moment that Lulu spotted her teacher,
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and gave her a <i>huge</i> hug. Unfortunately it happened so quickly that I
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little. From a million miles away in an orphanage, into our family in less than a year, and now a
Kindergarten student at school with her siblings. That's pretty priceless, too.</div>
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The boys went home with their best buddy, Mason, and Lulu and I ventured over to 5th grade to check out Madi's new digs for the year since she's still at camp until tomorrow. We love her teacher, and I think it's going to be a great year for her...for all these Murphy kids actually...</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-15506516527873462362016-08-08T16:33:00.001-04:002016-08-08T17:13:17.925-04:00Our Camper.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yesterday I drove our first and oldest baby to sleep away camp for a week. SIX NIGHTS AWAY FROM HOME.</div>
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I can't explain how weird it felt. I mean, <i>we've</i> left <i>her</i> three times to go to China for two weeks each trip. But there's something different, I guess, about your baby <i>leaving you</i>. I suppose I'm just getting a small taste of what you empty nesters feel. Ugh.</div>
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But at the same time, I am SO very happy for Madi. Because I know this experience will be so good for her, and time away to make new friends will be good for her soul. This is way out of <strike>my</strike> her comfort zone, and that's a blessing.</div>
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Sleep away camp was never on my list of things I wanted for our daughter. But my dearest sister-in-Christ brought it up at the beginning of summer--that her oldest daughter was a counselor at this Catholic faith-based camp, and she asked if Madi would want to go with her daughter, Ana (who has been one of Madi's best friends since they were babies.) Much to my shock, Madi gave a resounding yes with no hesitation whatsoever. I swear the Holy Spirit shielded me from the calendar. Had I realized this camp took place the week before school starts, I might have insisted that it would be too much. But it was too late.</div>
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Halfway through the summer, Jimmy and I became concerned about Madi's ankle (the one she fractured in the spring) because it just didn't seem to be healing properly. Once again, I worried about this camp and if it were the right thing for her. And then we found out that the girls would not be sleeping in the same cabin, and I really became reluctant to send her. But I encouraged her to attend anyways and explained that perhaps the Lord had a better plan and a reason for their separation. We talked to the girls about the fact that, even though they wouldn't be together, they might miss something life-changing if they said no. We were so proud of them for still giving their yes.</div>
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Last week I confess that I had some sleepless nights. I imagined Madi going to bed that first night without anyone she knows. I pictured her weeping silently (I know...you think I'm crazy) and I worried about her, because our girl is pretty attached to us and this is totally foreign territory to her. But then I'd wake up feeling hopeful in the morning, aware that this week will be a blessing for her.</div>
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Yesterday we packed up the van--Carrie and me, the two girls, her youngest, Kolbe (our Godson), and Lulu (we agreed that Lulu should be there to understand what was happening)--and drove several hours north. Madi was quiet when we arrived at the campsite, and Mama was already feeling sad about separation (but I hid it well). Carrie's daughter, Camryn (the counselor), came to greet us with a big smile and we headed to registration. The girls were still quiet as we unloaded their luggage and strolled to find their cabins. That's when we were told that there was a big mix-up the night before and that all the cabins has been rearranged. </div>
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And would you believe that the girls ended up together in the same cabin? Tears shot right to my eyes. I looked up to the sky and thanked our Heavenly Father. I knew this was divine intervention. He knew she needed this. Truth is, maybe He knew that I needed this. </div>
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Conveniently, Madi was <i>dying </i>for the top bunk and Ana wanted nothing to do with it...a match made in Heaven. They claimed their perfect space and ran off to put on their swimsuits for their required swim test. But not before we insisted on a picture. </div>
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The girls are in different groups so they'll get the best of both worlds--separation to spread their wings during the day and closeness at night when they need comfort. The camp sent us a link to photos that are uploaded daily. Yes, I am a stalker. Though we miss her like crazy already, I just know it's going to be a great week...I can feel it. </div>
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~That her faith and relationship with Jesus are strengthened through this spiritual encounter.</div>
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~That Madi is filled with the peace of Holy Spirit this week and returns to us as a renewed soul to begin her new school year.</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-3837323847102202692016-08-05T09:27:00.001-04:002016-08-05T14:57:08.454-04:00The New Bear Cub<div style="text-align: justify;">
Making the decision for Lulu's schooling wasn't easy. We were fortunate to have two solid options that would both serve her well. One was placing her in Pre-K 4 at First United Methodist to learn the basics on a three-day per week schedule. All of our kids have attended this school, and it has truly been a Godsend. The teachers are like family to us. The other option was sending her to Kindergarten at the elementary school where all of her siblings go. We adore this school, too, whose teachers are precious to us and we have history with, so we really had to think this one through carefully and prayerfully.</div>
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This is the thing...even though she's delayed a bit in all areas (understandably) and acts more like a four-year-old than a six-year-old sometimes, she also gives us signs that she's incredibly eager to learn and very determined to succeed. Through this process, whether in person or via email, whenever I've
expressed a concern, the staff members at Banyan all reassure me the same way, "She'll be in good
hands." And I know she will! That's the most comforting part! Yesterday I wrote to our awesome Assistant Principal to tell her about Lulu's registration (and <i>still</i>
voicing concerns). Her reply? "It takes a village and we are going to
do this together." Well, Amen to that.<br />
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And because Banyan is a public school, Lulu will be
evaluated for a host of services that she will likely qualify for including physical
therapy, occupational therapy, ESOL (language), and speech therapy. We just
couldn't resist that major factor. Of all our kids, I swear she's the one (we believe) who will rise to the challenge because she is active as the day is long. I'm sure it won't be without struggle (I can't even<i> think </i>about homework yet) but it <i>will</i> give Lulu a good
dose of immersion being there on a full-time basis. As I mentioned, her siblings will all be at the same school this year (the only year since Madi moves on to Middle School the following year), and Lulu's already familiar with "the drill" having spent the last month before summer break delivering them and collecting them each day. The best part is that the school is seriously right around the corner, so if they need me, I can be there in a flash. If she can't master it all this year, then we
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I *just* got word this morning that our request was accepted, and she'll end up in the same classroom with the same teacher that her brother Charlie had last year--the spectacular Miss Bender! Lulu has already bonded with her more than a handful of times, and it's obvious that our daughter "feels the love." Praise the Lord.<br />
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Friends, will you please pray for Lulu in this important transition? Though she's already role playing how she'll say, "Bye bye Mama" each morning, and she's thrilled to have one of Madi's backpacks to bring along with her, I know this big step won't come without some separation anxiety and fear (and, yeah...some tears).<br />
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Our little girl is so fierce and brave. We have faith that ultimately she'll thrive in Banyan's loving environment. We're so excited for our new little Bear cub!</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-58062429863128037132016-07-27T09:11:00.005-04:002016-07-27T12:17:27.483-04:00Our Summer Getaway<div style="text-align: justify;">
After working ten + years to build our family, it's recently been on my heart...a feeling of the Holy Spirit
whispering, "You've worked hard to build this family, now go make
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And that we did. Last Thursday, we packed up the car (enough for two weeks, it seems) and we drove across the state to the west coast for some fun and family bonding time on the
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The kids joyously embraced the journey. They packed their suitcases together. They bonded over plans of childish mischief. The most important part was that <i>they bonded. </i>Miss Lulu<i> </i>seemed to grasp the concept of "vacation" somewhat as we attempted to communicate our plans. At the end of every explanation, she replied, "Home-uh?" And we would reassure her that home was, indeed, at the end of our journey.</div>
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I can't say that our drive over was uneventful, thanks to torrential Florida downpours that terrify me. Poor Jimmy. That's all I can say. When we arrived in Fort Myers, we were hungry and in desperate need of something to erase the stress of the ride, so we made our way into the town center and found a cool spot to decompress (which equals beer, and in my case a margarita or two) and some late lunch. The timing was perfect since check-in was at 3:00. We made it to our hotel right on time.</div>
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The kids loved exploring the new weekend digs--a cozy two bedroom unit with a kitchen and living area plus a nice patio. Joey even said that he would like for us to live there.</div>
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We hit the pool first, much to mom's desire to head beachside. Kids will be kids. But we made a deal for sunset to take place at the beach, and the family stayed true to that. A beautiful swarm of dragonflies escorted us to the beach. There were a hundred of them. It was quite heartwarming given that Jimmy's mother LOVED dragonflies and they remind us of her presence. Sadly, I have no pictures of the amazing and colorful sunset that evening, but boy did we have fun soaking in Mother's Nature's pool. And the littles, as I suspected, thoroughly enjoyed digging in the sand together...teamwork at its finest.</div>
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I went back to the room mid-morning to grab a few things and went to check the time in the kitchen. The microwave read 2:22. I knew it was wrong (it was actually 11:09 a.m.) but it was too coincidental (friends who know our adoption story and how Ephesians 2:22 became our adoption verse will understand). I should've snapped a picture but the lighting wasn't right, and once I pressed a button in an attempt to increase the brightness, it was gone. Crazy. I headed back to the beach in awe. When I got back, I found Daddy down in the sand with the kids digging their way to China. Not kidding. Jimmy had practically dug a sink hole in the earth. The kids were stoked. And thankfully no one fell in! </div>
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You might remember the "Petro Princesses" who've showered our children with special surprise packages dating back to Daniel's hospital stay. I've blogged about them before. Well, the Prince of the house paid us a visit for dinner Saturday night. It was such a treat to spend time with him and for the kids to meet him too. Lulu loved Uncle Tim instantly.</div>
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Tim was able to tackle the impossible and successfully snap a desperately wanted family photo of all of us--finally together--and wearing our Built Together adoption fundraising shirts. </div>
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The week of our trip, I'd reached out to a long time friend from Ohio knowing that they have a vacation home in Fort Myers (but not knowing the exact location). Jimmy went to college with her hubby. And it turned out they were there in town and only seven minutes away! These friends? Y'all...<i>we were engaged at their wedding</i>. Yes, they were selfless enough to allow us to share <i>their </i>special day with us. That was twenty-five years ago. And this weekend? We were reconnected with them in such a beautiful way. We got to hang out with their family and they finally got to meet ours. </div>
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After soaking in hours of sun and fun, we headed back to our place to eat dinner and hit the sack. The kids were wiped out. Of course the vacation wouldn't be complete without some sort of sheer craziness, and that came in the form of a fire alarm just as we were all in our pj's and ready for bed. It took me several screams to wake up Madi, who was already passed out from the events of the day. Fun, fun...definitely something to remember!<br />
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The next morning, Lulu and I woke early and headed to the beach for a last-minute visit before check out. The whole drive back, Lulu repeatedly asked, "Home?" and we repeatedly confirmed her greatest desire--to go home. When we finally hit the nest, these kids (all of us, maybe) faced a little post-vaca emotional breakdown. But mostly the flood of tears came from Lulu, who was just obviously so relieved to come back to the place she's come to know and love so much in these couple of months--<i>her home</i>. And our summer getaway was the perfect family experience to show her that we always come back...</div>
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I stand in awe of all the progress that's transpired around here in just one month since my last Lulu update. As I reflect upon my initial post about Lulu's transition...just WOW...she's come so far! I'm not saying that things are perfect in our home because Lord knows we have so many more mountains to climb, and we are still very much "in the trenches" at times, but I <i>am</i> acknowledging all the good. That's one of the blessings of transparently sharing "the hard," I believe, is being able to openly rejoice in God's goodness through the positive change that transpires in the lives of these children when given unconditional love and a lot of prayers from faithful friends.<br />
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Lulu's transition, overall, has improved so much. When we met our little girl in China, one of the ways she seemed to "cope" looked more like hyperactivity. She wouldn't get visibly upset, really, but her grief manifested in a spin-out-of-control fashion. While she still shows this behavior sometimes in unknown and unpredictable scenarios, Lulu has become a more relaxed and calm person. She's still a "busybody" by nature, but the difference is clear. I think Jimmy and I are much calmer now, too, having more of an idea what makes our daughter tick and a better understanding of her behavior patterns. </div>
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There are two "H" words that have made a big difference in our world. The first one is "Help." Once Lulu mastered this word and it's meaning, much of her frustration went by the wayside because she could cry out for something and see how we would quickly respond to assist her when she chooses to use her words. The other "H" word that's been a world-changer...HOME. Once Lulu learned that the word matches this familiar place where we land everyday--this place where we take comfort together, she can now give us the word "home" instead of being out somewhere and having a complete meltdown because she couldn't express the simple concept of wanting to go home. It's resulted in huge improvement.<br />
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Another tremendous blessing came from our sister-friend, Kerry, who teaches and specializes in communication for children with special needs. She came to our rescue one day with an arsenal of communication tools including a feelings chart, and "first/then" chart, and most importantly a daily schedule that can visually show Lulu what her day will look like. They've really served as a lifeline in tough times.</div>
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In just a month, Lulu's co-sleeping has already transitioned a bit. She
now falls asleep on her twin-sized mattress by the foot of our bed and
without the full-on battle that used to take place to get her understand
it was bedtime. It was war, y'all. We kinda loosened the reigns in this area and tried not to be so rigid. Thankfully, summer has allowed us to be more flexible. Now Lulu willingly complies and knows that all of us are
doing the same thing. Most of the time, she sleeps through the night on her bed,
and then sometimes she makes her way up into our bed. That's just fine
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And in some ways, she's regressed (temporarily). It's normal for adopted children to innately try to "redo" the baby-hood that they missed out on. We are completely indulging her in every aspect of this process knowing that it will only benefit her development and emotional attachment. She's a very big (and heavy) baby! Lulu bounces back and forth in calling me "Mama" and testing
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As usual, we've assigned some affectionate nicknames to our newest family member. Since she has a bit of a lisp, she refers to herself as "Wu Wu." So, of course, we started calling her that, too, which then morphed into "Woozer." It might be a China thing (actually I think so because I vaguely remember Joseph doing this too) but she calls Madi "Madi-ah" and Charlie is "Charlie-ah," so Madi calls her sister, "Lulu-ah." Most recently, Lulu's been calling herself "Mei Mei," which means "Little Sister" in Chinese. I kinda like it so it might stick for Mama. </div>
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<i>This girl </i>is our prayer leader at meal time! She <i>never </i>forgets to say grace and will not be content until she knows <i>everyone</i> at the table is ready (especially the boys, lol) and participating. In fact, sometimes we'll say grace more than once at the table with her in charge! Lulu still has a hearty appetite and prefers good foods. When given the choice, she'll usually pick something healthy over something that's not. Kudos to her orphanage for that. I still believe nutrition has played a key part of her physical and mental development.</div>
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There's still some separation anxiety from Mama but that's to be expected, and we are addressing it in small doses. I have managed, in the past few weeks, to leave her in Jimmy's care for an errand or a short time away without any tears! I <i>always</i> give her plenty of warning that I'm leaving to prepare her. This is <i>major</i> since the first couple of times I left without her resulted in complete meltdowns, and in one case she cried for almost two hours until I got home...heartbreaking, but now she is slowly learning that "Mommy comes back," and it's very rewarding to watch her trust build. Just today she, by choice, stayed back at Bubba and Grandpa's house with the boys while I took Madi to a doctor's appointment. I was gone almost three hours and she didn't cry at all. She did ask for me, and Bubba did a little countdown for her, but no tears.<br />
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Lulu <i>loves</i> to play. She's rough and tumble one minute and playing dress-up the next. She's still super-helpful with everything and has a big cheerful personality. Lulu's not a pushover by any stretch, and she's not afraid to let you know it. But inside, she clearly has a beautiful loving heart. She'll kiss her siblings and look after them. She'll also tell on them in a hot second, especially if she's not getting her way. Stinker.<br />
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Lulu's still loves the camera and the camera loves her. She adores seeing her own pictures after I take them...she's funny. And her favorite activity is still swimming. She's becoming the little fishy that a Florida girl should, and loves to "hold court" at our community pool, as our friend Lisa would say.<br />
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So, thankfully, the family tree continues to blossom in glorious ways. I've had friends who've expressed an interest in adoption down the line and have also expressed concern in how it could negatively affect their family dynamics. I am not going to sit here and type that it's all unicorns and rainbows in our house. It is <i>hard</i> sometimes, and we dig deep. But I <i>can</i> tell you that there are moments of beauty that make it ALL worth it...<i>every single bit </i>of angst. The most beautiful testimony in our family is in the heart of our Madi. She was the most resistant of our children to the idea of another adoption. In fact, she was downright angry when it was first presented and grieved over our choice. It broke our hearts, and Jimmy and I prayed for our daughter's heart and prayed for God to be glorified over all this. And guess who's bonded the most with Lulu? Yep. Sister Madi and Lulu have an <i>amazing</i> relationship. I'm serious. I could cry over how good it is. She's always had a kind heart, but Madi has gained a sense of compassion that we didn't see before. She seems to understand (as best she can) what Lulu's been through and is aware of the obstacles she faces. She also sees what a fighter Lulu is, and she'll protect her little sis in a flash. There have been times that Madi's come to Lulu's aid in the midst of a full-on tantrum, and there have been instances where Madi has even stood up for Lulu and given me advice on how a behavioral situation should be handled in her opinion. Madi smiles a mile-wide when she sees Lulu enter a room, and she truly enjoys teaching her new things. Madi is patient, and she is loving.<br />
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So, has this fifth adoption messed up our family dynamic? Nope. Not at all. But it has changed us in ways that have made us all stretch ourselves beyond our comfort zones. And I believe it's brought us all closer to understanding how Jesus loves us <i>unconditionally</i>, even through the hard times, and how we must do the same. To witness true transformation in a person is such a blessing. There's a whole list of "firsts" happening here on a weekly basis, but I'll save those for another post. To God be the Glory.</div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-48330976611512609952016-07-03T13:33:00.005-04:002016-07-03T13:48:01.401-04:00Bible Camp 2016<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span data-offset-key="c0a6a-0-0"><span data-text="true">First of all, I cannot <i>believe</i> that one of our kids just aged out as a camper. I started volunteering for bible camp in 2007 when Madi was only two years old. And next year, at eleven, she'll no longer be a camper. But I do, thankfully, have high hopes to have her as a helper in my group, which will be an exciting new mother/daughter chapter for us and certainly something to look forward to! </span></span></div>
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her partake in every bit of it. </span></span><span data-offset-key="c0a6a-0-0"><span data-text="true">She played the games and thoroughly enjoyed them so much. I credit one of the games in teaching her how to count to ten! </span></span><br />
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The following week, we joined friends at <a href="http://sonlifelutheran.org/" target="_blank">Son Life Lutheran Church </a>Bible Camp, which was new to us, and it was also an amazing experience. Since their enrollment was age-based, Joseph ended up in a different group than Charlie and Lulu, and it was interesting that he was <i>really</i> happy about it. I think he simply embraced the feeling of being "the older brother" which doesn't happen often since they're kinda like twins. I pretty much tagged along with Lulu that week since it was all so new to her, and Madi was with one of her best buds which made her happy. It was yet another wonderful experience, and in addition to Lulu's love of singing songs, she also experienced her first petting zoo! I seriously can't love bible camps enough and adored seeing how the kids grew in their faith over those couple of weeks.</div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-66662984474826562772016-06-13T12:27:00.000-04:002016-07-04T10:38:00.421-04:00One Month In...almost...<div style="text-align: justify;">
I've gotta be real here. This transition's been <i>hard</i>...hard from a past of institutional trauma, hard from frustration, hard from loss. I struggle with how much to share publicly, because I don't want anyone in <i>any way</i> to misconstrue my honest transparency as disappointment. <b>Adoption is beautiful and it is a blessing, </b>but
it's also messy and reveals many blemishes in our human nature. The saving grace is our Lord and Savior who's gone before us and loves us unconditionally despite those blemishes. These children are braver than most of us, God bless them. <i>We</i> know that Lulu needed a family...but she doesn't necessarily know what that means for her life, especially given her age. I can't begin to imagine how scary it must be to just walk away from <i>everything</i>
you've ever known...to a different
country, with a different language, and different people, eating
different food, trusting that you'll be okay...at five-years-old, no less. I know how trying it's been for us, and we're not
the ones who gave it all up.</div>
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Lulu's doing so well, on the whole! She is such a sweet, loving child, and you can clearly see it in her beautiful, cheerful
photographs. If you've met her already, you can tell that her personality shines in person. Her highs are extremely high, but sadly, her lows have been
painfully low, and each day is different. We have to remember that children from orphanages are usually about half their age emotionally, which makes her like a 3 to 4 year-old. Lulu's struggled with very long and intense
meltdowns, and sometimes it's difficult to pinpoint the "why," much like with a baby who can't communicate. We believe <strike>some</strike> most of it is frustration from language. I mean, wouldn't things be <i>so much easier </i>if we totally understood each other?!? Of course! Lulu's very hard on herself if she does something wrong, it seems, so we
have been very intentional about minimizing those mistakes and
reassuring her that it's okay, until she realizes that it <i>truly is </i>okay. We also have reason to believe many of her extreme rages in "fight" or "flight" mode (which seem to have declined a bit, praise the Lord) stem from fear--fear of getting in trouble, fear of being given back, fear of being out of control, fear of questioning what tomorrow brings. This process truly leaves
everyone exhausted at times (thus my lack of blogging), and patience and grace are virtues we cry out for regularly, but at the end of the day, we have faith that
we're one step closer to a happier and more well-balanced child...one who will trust us with all
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Although I know it's not
right to compare because each child is SO different, I did want some sort of reference point to lean on, so I felt compelled to go seek out <a href="http://everythingmadi.blogspot.com/2014/11/one-month-in.html" target="_blank">this blog post</a>
from when Joseph came home, because I'd forgotten (thanks to adoption amnesia), in many ways, how trying
the transition into a family can be for these children. They both came home at the same age, but Lulu's transition has been even more emotional than Joseph's We can't wait to look back on these tough times as merely "ancient
history," as we do with his. A friend said lightly to me one day, "Be careful what you wish for," and I realized how much that saying just doesn't belong here when it comes to children's lives. God wishes so much more for them, and for all of us, than we ever could, and He doesn't always call us to the <i>easy</i>. And He <i>will</i> get us through the <i>hard.</i></div>
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So, let's talk about the awesome happenings around here, because this beautiful little lady--God made her very special. Don't tell her she has any limitations, because she'll show you otherwise. This kid is strong as an ox. And she is <i>so</i> proud of everything she learns! I do believe Lulu will be a wonderful student based on how observant and determined she is.</div>
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Lulu can dress up like a girl, and she can fight like a boy. She was with many boys in the orphanage, and it's obvious that rough-housing isn't new to her. (or maybe they watched a lot of television?) I think Joseph and Charlie are afraid of her sometimes, lol! She seems to be very social and loves being around kids. It's hard to see sometimes, though, in an unfamiliar environment that's not fully predictable to her yet, and she'll tend to be safely clingy.<br />
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We are thankful that our daughter, like Joseph, didn't skip a beat when it came to her
bedtime routine. It is so shocking how a two week departure from our time zone affects
us as adults, yet her little body made the change almost seamlessly. Right now, Lulu is co-sleeping with Jimmy and me as we try to figure out permanent sleeping arrangements here. Even though her mattress is on our bedroom floor, our bed is her choice for comfort, so we'll keep at it until it seems she's adjusted better, and then we can move forward with next steps. She made it clear that her daily nap was a thing of the
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Lulu loves the bath. I think back to China and the tears of fear that came with getting in those first few tubs. She's come SO far. And she LOVES to
swim...like really loves to swim and went from being terrified the
first time in a pool to jumping in (with floaties) and getting her head
wet. Daddy's been handling pool duty = true fun. Her smile...need I say more?<br />
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Four weeks ago, this child had never even seen a carseat before and needed full assistance. Now, Lulu jumps in by herself and fastens her seat belt with help. She can get out all by herself and will <i>always</i> make sure the van doors are shut because she's<i> very </i>responsible like that.<br />
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The language is coming...maybe more slowly than Joseph's, we're not sure. It seems to early to tell. But I can say that, initially, Lulu found comfort in solely viewing Chinese cartoons, and now we see her seeking out YouTube Kids videos of the alphabet and numbers. I also play a DVD in the background that's designed for teaching English to babies and toddlers, so it's the perfect speed for her!</div>
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Lulu LOVES to help around the house--from getting the mail to loading the dishwasher. Of course, the help comes easier if it's her idea. Ahem...she's just like the rest of us!</div>
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This child eats! She came to us very well-fed, and we haven't found much that she doesn't like to eat. I do believe that her good appetite has helped her body and brain in more ways than we truly realize. Nutrition is such a key factor in brain development, so we are thankful for her love of food.<br />
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And last but certainly not least...Lulu <i>adores</i> her siblings and all day, while they were at school, she
would say, "Madi, Charlie, Joey" in hopes that it was time to collect
them. They are so, so good with her, and surprisingly patient through
the hard times. Madi has even been such a huge blessing in times of
grief and tries to console her little sister. We pray that our children, as
they witness Lulu's struggles, will be formed into better
people having watched their
sister overcome them and transform into a beautiful butterfly, because
we know she will...she already is! I think summertime will be the best
medicine for her heart and learning how to live her new life with a family.<br />
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Thank you all for continuing to pray our family through this phase. They say that adoption really begins when your children get home, and it is so true. Those two weeks in China seem unreal, and in many ways they are. So now, we have begun the real work, and we will continue to march forward with angels at our sides. We are so eternally grateful to be the lucky parents to these beautiful children. It is such a blessing and a privilege to answer the call from above, and we thank you for helping us get Lulu HOME!</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-70443466475649582702016-06-07T22:36:00.002-04:002016-06-08T13:43:11.044-04:00Coming Home - Mother's Day 2016<div style="text-align: justify;">
One month ago, at this very time, we were on the last leg of our journey home. It all seems like such a blur now, yet it seems like yesterday that we were sitting in that hotel room in Guangzhou and received an email at around 9 p.m. that our flight to Beijing the next morning had been cancelled because of the bad weather that had been sitting over us all evening. I stared at the email in shock and horror. At the same time, we received word that my dad had been admitted to the hospital with bronchitis and serious dehydration. I felt so out of control and desperate to get home, so I contacted our guide, Kathy, on WeChat, asking for help. She was unsuccessful in finding out much over the phone and suggested we check out of our hotel room extra early the next morning and head to the airport in hopes of securing another morning flight out. I didn't sleep much that night, suffice it to say, and emailed/texted with friends back home to check on my dad through the night.</div>
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We left the hotel at 5:00 a.m. in a fog. Thankfully, Lulu had a decent night's sleep which was our biggest hope. She was in very good spirits for waking up so early, too. Traffic was crazy at that time in the morning, and it actually felt as if everyone in Guangzhou were racing to the same destination for the same reason we were--to reschedule their cancelled flight. When we arrived at the airport, our guide went right to work at the counter trying to get some options for us. Our internet was a bust but Jimmy's phone was somehow able to get through to our travel agent who hadn't yet left for the day. He gave us the bad news that there wasn't anything he could do from their end and suggested we take it up directly with the airlines. Kathy finally delivered the news that the earliest they could get us out was on a 1:30 flight. It was that or stay another night in Guangzhou. I fell into a puddle of tears like a big 'ole baby and actually started crying out loud that I wanted to go home. I can laugh about it now, but phew...I missed our kids at home so much and felt like we'd just never get there. Let's just say I don't operate well without sleep. Jimmy helped me to pull it together, and Kathy gave us the strong advice to take the flight to Beijing. With the unpredictable weather, she worried that we'd only get stuck again, and at least in Beijing we'd be one step closer to home. We knew that we had missed our connecting flight to Houston, but our travel agent had--the night before--emailed me some solid options to present to the airline. </div>
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We (not so easily) killed eight hours in a really weird terminal of the airport, but at least there was a playroom, which kept Lulu's attention for a while even though the A/C wasn't working and it was ninety-nine degrees (felt like 199 with my hot flashes). We <i>finally </i>took off for Beijing at 1:30 p.m. The flight was uneventful compared to our prior, super turbulent-y China flights, and Lulu was awesome. Since it wasn't so long, we were able to keep her fairly entertained between the food service and the magazines in the seat pocket. When we arrived in Beijing, an airline representative greeted us and walked us to baggage claim and then to the international counter so we could get to work, which meant getting home. It turned out we could either stay overnight in Beijing and leave the next morning, or we could catch a flight to Los Angeles that would leave in three hours at 9:00 p.m. I was exhausted and the hotel room sounded like heaven to my tired soul, but at the same time, I knew in my heart we needed to get on that plane. Jimmy talked me into it with the promise that he would care for Lulu on that flight so I could get the sleep I desperately needed. A deal was struck, and my husband stayed true to his word. Thanks to a little help from a friend (Xanax) on the consistently bumpiest flight of my life, I slept at least eight hours of that eleven-hour flight and woke up feeling like a new person. Lulu and Jimmy slept well, too. We thanked God that we made the choice we did. </div>
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Lulu became an American citizen at LAX, and we were beyond THRILLED to be on American soil again! There's something about that trip that makes you so grateful for communication--gone with the VPN's and worries of getting on internet. We felt connected again, and it felt really good! I know...first world problems. I was able to confirm that my dad was doing well and would be released to go home the next day. Our amazing village at home had rallied to pick up our kids at school and made sure they were covered for the weekend with sleepovers and playdates. It's the stop-and-drop-everything situations like that--when you see friends pull through for you in the <i>real</i> desperate times--and you reflect upon how blessed you <i>truly are </i>with good friendships. I was thankful to tears.</div>
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We boarded the last glorious leg of the trip from LAX to Fort Lauderdale with our newest American citizen on a red-eye flight that departed at 10:00 p.m. (2 a.m. EST). It was another <i>amazing</i> flight for Miss Lulu. She truly was an angel, and I still can't believe she handled all that travel the way that she did. It had been over thirty-six hours. Phew. We landed just after 6 a.m. in Fort Lauderdale on Mother's Day and our trusty friend/photographer, Brooke, was there to capture the insanely happy looks on our faces. So, finally, a month later, I share with you our airport pictures. I cannot even begin to explain the relief. There's just no place like HOME on Mother's Day...or any day for that matter. Thank you, Jesus.<br />
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-27439440502455770862016-05-06T16:50:00.000-04:002016-05-06T16:50:19.135-04:00It all comes down to this...<div style="text-align: center;">
9 months <br />
Endless donations<br />
Millions of prayers<br />
112 Built Together shirts<br />
278 MudLOVE bracelets<br />
27 copies of my book<br />
500 puzzle pieces<br />
3 grants</div>
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ONE Forever Family<br />
Lulu is coming HOME.<br />
Thank you, Jesus. <br />
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-54348637205627758792016-05-05T01:39:00.000-04:002016-05-05T06:24:40.826-04:00The Consulate<div style="text-align: justify;">
It always makes for an interesting experience going to the U. S. Consulate here in Guangzhou. While we walk through masses of people who yearn for their chance to come to the United States, we, as adoptive families, stroll right by them and march to the entrance for our children's visas. It makes you realize how many people just wish they could get that ticket to the land of the free. It's something we shouldn't take for granted.</div>
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The Murphy family was number one today, and Lulu's interview was the first to be given. We were sworn in as a group of eleven families all with varying agencies, and then we waited for them to complete her case. Tomorrow at 3:00 our guide will pick up Lulu's passport with visa and the brown envelope that holds the keys to her citizenship. When that plane touches down in Houston on Saturday, our daughter will become a U.S. Citizen. We have one last day to spend here in China and then we're on our way HOME bright and early Saturday morning. Just typing that feels good! Though it will be an excruciating day of travel, we can hardly wait to be home with our family. We miss everyone so much!!!</div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139418565145915977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301887877267043672.post-45362667974554538452016-05-04T02:14:00.000-04:002016-05-04T08:50:56.920-04:00The Medical Exam<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yesterday we took Miss Lulu for an important step in the process--her medical exam. This is necessary in order to receive your child's visa for HOME. Our guide obviously has experience in shuffling families in and out pretty quickly and in an orderly fashion. Our first stop was ENT. They found some wax in her ears (I asked them to check closely because little one is LOUD). And they did not see any evidence of overly-enlarged tonsils, which was great news since that was something listed on her medical file. Perhaps moving away from coal country is helping her tender tissues already. </div>
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Jimmy and I are quite familiar with the wide array of emotions involved with the adoption process and the days leading up to that "Gotcha Day." But even on this fifth adoption, the same explosion of feelings prevailed--nervousness blended with pure joy, mixed together with fear and a burst of excitement. But when I woke up that morning, I definitely felt differently. I was a more peaceful person on the inside and more calm on the outside than I had been in weeks. It could only have been the power of the Holy Spirit and the grace of God to calm me so. We ate our breakfast that morning with Jeff and Julia, and then we headed back to our room to gather our things. It was time.</div>
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We met Maggie, our guide, in the lobby and loaded into the van to drive over to the Civil Affairs office. We took in the sights around us, and Jimmy and I joined hands as we reflected on the fact that we were about to meet the little girl who'd been in our hearts since last summer. Our little girl.</div>
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When we pulled up to Civil Affairs, we barely had time to think, because Maggie said, "There's your girl!" And there she was. Lulu was standing on the stairs of the Civil Affairs Office with the Orphanage Director. Jimmy and I barreled out of the van and ran to her. We know better than to overcrowd...we sat next to her and gently introduced ourselves as Mama and Baba. Her innocent facial expressions bounced between uncertainty and fear, but only temporarily. We sat on those stairs for about five minutes and reassured her that we love her and that it will be okay. With that, she accepted us and took our hands to head upstairs to the Civil Affairs Office.</div>
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It didn't take very long for Miss Lulu to begin smiling and coming ever-so-slightly out of her shell. We'd brought a Twinkle Toes backpack full of peace offerings and took time to show her each item inside as we waited for paperwork to begin the "harmonious period" of 24 hours. Jimmy and I both knew that it was simply a formality. She was already our daughter.<br />
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Lulu was obviously very loved and well-prepared for a family, and for that we are eternally grateful. With the clothes she was wearing and a small backpack of keepsakes, she bravely took our hands and walked away from everything she'd ever known with <i>complete </i>trust. And with child-like faith, she never looked back. </div>
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