We had a great visit, we just sat and talked about the kids, about our adjustment, the ups, the downs, the
thousands of twenty-something trips to the pediatrician, cardiologist, endocrinologist, ophthalmologist, labs for bloodwork, and beginning evaluations for therapy, and referrals for genetics.
She toured the kids' rooms, interacted with Denny, tried to interact with Viktorya, and 2.5 hours later, was heading home. Today, our post-placement report came, and it reads differently than our life feels. I mean, everything in the report is accurate, it's just different. In the end, the words that matter most, out of the three pages detailing each child, are the words, "It is this agency's assessment that this is an excellent placement for (Viktorya/Denny)."
Those are the words that matter. On the tough days, it's easy to forget to stop and thank God for blessing our family with these two kids. But every day, they are a blessing. In the middle of a kicking, screaming tantrum, I'm reminded that I do the same thing. Maybe not physically, but emotionally, spiritually, I can throw just as big a tantrum as Viktorya. On the days when Denny acts as if he doesn't have any idea that we've ever used sign language, or that he mastered "eat" weeks ago, and I gently put my hand over his to help him, I see how patient God is with me.