I'm sick of packing! From that perspective, I just want to go. Once I'm on the plane I can't pack anymore.
I'm having a hard time with the leaving part. I know they will be fine. It is just hard. I'm used to being with them everyday. It's a long time away...
I know it is worth it. I'm glad we are taking Ricky and Lizzy. It makes it more work, but more delightful.
Most anyone here that meets Ricky can't help but smile. He is a riot. His red hair, blue eyes and glasses and vibrant personality it at times just too much. It won't be like that in Stass' birth country. We have been warned. There is no place for these kids in society. They just simply are not in public. They are locked away, first in orphanages and then in mental institutions come their 4th birthday.
It will be tough to get "the looks." But we can handle it, right? I can hope that they are somehow touched by Ricky as he wanders the streets. I hope they are touched by seeing our love for him, and of course for Stass as soon as he gets in our grip.
Perhaps we should bring Ricky's new microphone. The boy has rhythm! He loves to sing and dance...okay dance. He signs a few words, and says a syllable or so every 20 words. I will be shocked if we don't get a little chuckle from someone---anyone.It will be weird.
2 more days at home...and up, up and away....
4 years ago