<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576</id><updated>2025-05-02T02:19:36.613-04:00</updated><category term="China"/><category term="adoption"/><category term="agency"/><category term="beginning"/><title type='text'>Waited in Wuzhou, Came from Kunming</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-6683054609986908367</id><published>2013-04-06T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-06T22:47:55.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Ah, SPRING BREAK! This has brought
much adventure to our household!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Hope and I went to Washington to
visit my sister and her family. Hope also was able to&amp;nbsp;visit a former
friend from her foster village. Even though they were&amp;nbsp;still thousands of
miles apart, they were able to connect briefly in an international village for
the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Easter morning brought us to
Westminster Church with long-time friends, Lavonne Dideon and Cathy Worrell. &amp;nbsp;It
has been my long time dream to meet Yahoo group friends face-to-face--perhaps
someday I will make it to the Eastern coast too! (Annie and Angie, I am still
hoping!!!) The service was great; I was in tears more than once and the message
was a topic of&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;family&amp;nbsp;through the
week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The best part of our trip was
getting to know our niece and nephew (cousins for Hope).
Between&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;crunchy brown mice, chirping finches and growling Lilo,
it was&amp;nbsp;worth&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s weight in gold. (Those
who&amp;nbsp;understand…understand!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;It was sad missing Easter with my
family. The kiddos at home did staggered basket hunts, divided egg hunts, and
Easter service with their holiday dresses without me. However, they did it well
and the memories&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;worth the absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;In an effort to &quot;make it
up&quot; to my kiddos at home, I took them to an open-gym at our gymnastics
gymnasium. We did it on Tuesday with Andrew, Hannah and Amanda, and &amp;nbsp;we
also repeated the excursion on Thursday. Originally I planned on picking up my
eldest daughter, Hailey, from the airport&amp;nbsp;during the gym time but her
&quot;special someone&quot; Daniel asked to have the honors. For that, I am
SO&amp;nbsp;grateful! I needed to be present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;It was a simple mistake--Jumping to
the high bar. Hannah did it (with permission first) and then encouraged Mandy
to do&amp;nbsp;the same. Mandy jumped, grabbed, slipped and fell--just wrong. She
ended up&amp;nbsp;breaking her elbow and needing surgery to put the piece of bone
back into place with a surgical screw (as well as sewing a chip back into
place…how do&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;do that??!?). My little girl who only cries&amp;nbsp;silent&amp;nbsp;tears
didn&#39;t stop waterworks for over an hour…big indication that something was VERY
wrong!&amp;nbsp;X-rays&amp;nbsp;showed that an early morning appointment with the
orthopedic doctor was prudent…and he &quot;just happened&quot; to&amp;nbsp;clear&amp;nbsp;his
schedule prior to today to&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;for E.R. surgeries…namely,
Mandy&#39;s, whose took over 2 hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;As I mentioned, Mandy is a silent
tear crier. She holds all of the &quot;questionable&quot; emotions inside.
However, once she was given a sedative via I. V., she opened up considerably!
Before surgery she was quipping about the room, the needles, us…anything
she&amp;nbsp;could focus on! She said I looked like I had four eyes…and I don&#39;t
wear glasses. The funniest thing&amp;nbsp;happened afterwards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Dave (who &quot;just happened&quot;
to take a day off work…anyone connect&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;spiritual dots besides
me???) and I greeted Amanda as she woke up from surgery. &amp;nbsp;Dave said,
&quot;How&#39;s my little Cookie?&quot; to Mandy as she entered the room. With a
totally perplexed look on her face, Amanda asked.&quot;I went
into&amp;nbsp;surgery, and now I&#39;m a cookie?&quot; &amp;nbsp;If she wasn&#39;t so serious,
we wouldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;lost it--but she was, and we did. :) &amp;nbsp;After a
while of eyebrow raising and abnormally animated antics from Amanda, we were
able to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We are so thankful for all the
e-mails, phone calls and flowers that were sent to Amanda. As she came out of
her stupor, she relished the attention. Even her virtual twin was pining for
the attention…as she adorned the room&amp;nbsp;with signs and pictures she drew for
her sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Hopefully the Tylenol 3 will last
the night. Hopefully tomorrow will be pain-free. Hopefully Amanda will realize
just a little bit more how&amp;nbsp;important&amp;nbsp;she is to our family. Dickens
had it right: It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. This tragedy
left a bunch of fertile ground for my baby to grow in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You are surrounded in prayers,
Mandy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Avenir&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Zapfino&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;Being the mother of a
collage-aged son who lives 13 hours away, I have had to learn to let go. Don’t get
me wrong; my first-born has never done anything (much) to cause me grief or
worry. Not knowing is half the battle—where he’s going, who’s he’s with, and
choices he’s facing. The other half is knowing that bad things happen to good
people, and that is the half that keeps me combating with worry and on my
knees. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;When my first-born received
his driving license, my husband and I stayed up EVERY TIME he was out late.
After a few months, we would take turns nodding off until Austin was safely
home…but now we have let go of those reigns as my son has a schedule totally
unknown to us. Even when Austin came home for Christmas break, we would be
asleep by the time he returned home at night. Until…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;One night Austin was out
late. I was with the rest of the family when I was overwhelmed with fear for
Austin. The previously stated phrase, “Bad things happen to good people,”
flashed like a neon sign in my mind, and I was instantly trembling. I didn’t
say anything to anyone else as I thought I was having a case of over-protective-mom-syndrome,
but I did start praying for his protection, safety on the road, angels to
protect him from dangerous situations and God to keep him in the palm of his
hand. This continued until I was in bed, and I drifted into sleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;The next day as I was
chatting with Austin, I admitted that even though he has grown up so much, I
was really afraid for him the night before. As the words came out of my mouth,
Austin’s eyes became round as saucers and he locked them on me. He said that he
had THE SAME FEELINGS the previous night! He said that he didn’t know why,
because the roads weren’t as bad as the night before, but he was very concerned
as he was driving. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;It would be one thing for
Austin to say what he did, but his reaction was what emphasized what he
experienced. I don’t think that my prayers are anything special, but I do know
the One whom I pray to is…I don’t pretend that I know what will happen, but I
know that my God does. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;My new year’s resolution is
not for better fitness or losing weight or more patience. Those things are
necessary, some more than others, and will happen (sometime or another). My
commitment to myself, to my family, and to my Lord is to listen to His voice. I
will only be able to hear Him when I spend time in His Word so it will take
time and effort. When he speaks, either in the wind, the earthquake, the fire
or the whisper, I need to obey (1 Kings 19:11-13). My family depends on it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A couple months ago Dave and I decided that both Hope and Andrew should join us in the Riverbank Run (25k=15.5 mi) next spring. This delighted both kids—and sent Hope to the treadmill! After she put in over 20 miles in the basement last week, Dave and I considered the next step…and signed up the four of us for a MARATHON next spring, one month after the Riverbank Run! Yes, that is a whole 26.2 miles to be run consecutively by four Fathmans with three cheerleading girls to root us on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As a side note, I am still healing from my foot surgery last summer, I have not run for weeks due to bronchitis, and marathon training takes a LOT out of a busy homeschooling mom’s schedule (heck, out of anyone’s schedule!)…but the marathon bug bit my dear husband and the kids’ interest were the rational to doing it now…I feel like a deer in the headlights but what can I say? We’re in this, and we’re doing it together.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What a great place to be!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Anyone interested in cheering us on this spring???&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;PS Although it will be in Massachusetts, my eldest will also be embarking on a run of a different sort: a “Muddy Buddy”, which blends 12 miles of running with multiple obstacles, mixing with ample mud, of course. I don’t jest when I say that the running stores received a large percentage of my husband’s paycheck this week…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Any east-coasters are welcome to root for Austin!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: &#39;French Script MT&#39;; font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;This week
Hope and I were talking about her recent love for running.&amp;nbsp; This beautiful
girl, as recent as last year, HATED running with a passion. Now she hits the
treadmill on a regular basis for 6-12 miles, sometimes even upping the grade to
12%! Although I never pushed running on her, she has gleaned this love from me
(and her goals from her coach.) We were bantering back and forth when she
grabbed my arm and told me how cool it would be if I was her bio mom. I didn’t
know what to say, but she had words enough for both of us. She went on and on
how much she wished I would be her bio mom—I told her that although she didn’t
grow in my belly she grew in my heart, and she is more like me than some of my
bios! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;This has
been bouncing around in my head the past few days. I am deeply touched that she
&lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to be my bio child—but at the same time, I am saddened because I
can never be the mom that she deeply desires and needs. No child should have to
endure being “given up” by their mother—made worse by the fact that her past is
shrouded in secrecy. I can strive to be the best mom for her, but even on my
best day, I am still, &lt;u&gt;not the bio&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Even if I
can’t be what she desires, I am still blessed to be what she
needs…today…tomorrow…and every day I am blessed with her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;All my best,
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My dear Hope is such a deliberate, hard-working girl. I
never have to remind her to do her homework; when the table needs to be set
before dinner, she stops what she’s doing and does it without being told. If
she is doing her laundry, she often empties Hannah’s and Amanda’s hamper to do
with her own. I must admit, her folding is much better than my own!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing Hope does &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; do well is play. This was a
real struggle when she first came home—it was something more foreign than the
language. Over the years Hope has engaged in some methods of play—shooting
hoops, jumping rope, going on a bike ride. Almost always she is doing it
solo—no game playing or form of competition permitted. For this reason, ALL
board and card games are avoided like the plague. There is not convincing her
once her mind is made up! Generally when Hope resists, I can tell it is futile
to pursue; she has made up her mind and &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; will change her mind.
Only her attitude will change—and it will go from bad to worse! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, however, if I detect just a glimmer of a sparkle
in her eye, I know that she wants to play, but is afraid to try. Afraid to
fail. Afraid to look foolish. Afraid to be the only one who doesn’t get it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This past weekend we had ASTOUNDING victories in the “try
something new” and “play” departments!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked her to join me and some of her younger siblings in a
board game. I think she was really getting bored with her holiday weekend and
was open to doing something, &lt;i&gt;anything,&lt;/i&gt; to beat the boredom. Hey,
whatever it takes, right? Even when one of her older siblings joined she was
willing to try, but when this sibling’s sweetheart also joined, Hope was MORE
than ready to bail. This couple is rather cut-throat in their game-playing
tactics, and Hope was ready to bolt like a rabbit. Thankfully I convinced her
to stay and be on Hannah’s “team” since Hannah “ wouldn’t know how to do it by
herself”.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden, it was appointed work—so with much coaxing
(and sitting next to me) she stayed and played. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The next day one of my sons, my husband and I were planning
on going into the state forest behind our house to do some target practice. My
husband and I recently received our CPL and I really wanted to know how to use
what we own properly…and my son just likes to shoot. (Boys! &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;) Dave invited Hope to join us…again,
that glimmer!...and through much coaxing, Hope agreed to at least walk out with
us, knowing that she could leave at any time. We were using our garden’s
leftover vegetables that had begun to rot as targets—the “carnage” would feed
the deer. Can you believe Hope shot a 380, a 9mm, and a shotgun??!? Granted, no
vegetables were wounded in her attempts, but she TRIED it and ended up
SMILING!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We were on a roll! I decided to push it a bit farther and
asked Hope to play a different game with us—one that required a bit more
strategy than the first. Since the competitive duo wasn’t at our house, she
reluctantly agreed, and she wasn’t even a part of a team. Although she didn’t
win, she ended the game smiling. She did it. Or should I say: SHE DID IT!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s no longer anything big for Hope to run 10 miles on the
treadmill or even 5 miles at an incline of 7% and above. That was last summer’s
battle, and she conquered it. She not only has her sight set on next year’s
cross country team, but she also has started training for the 5/3 Riverbank 25k
Run in Grand Rapids in May. Two years ago her battle was navigating High
School—in which she just received all A’s again—and maintains her 4.0 GPA.
(side note, so does her brother Andrew, an accomplishment which deserves a
“Whoot-whoot!” here.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can’t help but to wonder what this newly acquired success
will bring her way.&amp;nbsp; To not be afraid to try…or to fail…or to look
foolish…to not have as much of the fear of man dictating what she can and can’t
do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I’ll keep you posted!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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All my best, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Recently, we have been faced with changes and new beginnings:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin left for MIT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Hailey and Hope went to work at their new cleaning business they
started together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Andrew and Dave made and shot off a potato canon (Wow! It was
crazy-loud and powerful!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Hannah and Amanda started their new
“official” dog care business together. (my babies!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Hannah and Amanda also started riding bikes with hand brakes—no
more little bikes for them!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Hope ran 19 ½ miles!!! (she missed a day of training during the
week b/c it was 88 and full sun by the time she woke up—she ran two on the
treadmill, but was bored beyond tears and biked six. She made up yesterday’s
run this am and today’s run this pm!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;We all (minus Austin, but we thought of him frequently!) made
marshmallow shooters and had a marshmallow war. Our dogs had a great time
cleaning up after us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Hailey took the ACT, swam for
hardware in West Michigan Relays, and then finished at her part time job at a
local ice cream shop. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;(deep breath!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Such is a day in our life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Our days are full. Our dinner table is not. Even when we had
Austin’s friend over for dinner, I felt that we were missing someone…Hailey
asked who wasn’t there, and my first response was that she
was…where???...who???...then I realized we &lt;u&gt;were&lt;/u&gt; all together. Now we
have a real opening at the table. Our lives are busy and full—I am not lacking
anything! And yet…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;I will be content with all things—but change is normal—and what
will tomorrow’s normal be???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Praying for what God has in store for us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;All my best, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Allow
me to share a bit of a story. It is like the “Choose Your Own Adventure” series
of books, where the reader is given several opportunities to make choices that
lead to different endings. Like those books, what happens next is up to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Once
upon a time, in a land far, far away (aka southern China), there lived a poor
little orphan girl. She lived with her foster family in a small village outside
Kunming. While she was not living at her home, she lived at school, because it
was too far away to make the journey daily. During her many years at her foster
home and school, this girl made several friends, some close ones, especially
with other orphans like her. The loss of parents has a way of binding people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;One
day, just a few days before her 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, she was abruptly
removed from everything she had ever known, brought to the orphanage for a
weekend, and then handed over to two odd-looking, big-nosed, foreign strangers.
Forever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Over
two years later, this girl has grown in her new land, her new home, her new
family. She has blossomed into a lovely young lady who is becoming more
self-confident than before and is sweet to her core. During this time she has
kept in contact with her friends in China via phone and QQ (Chinese Facebook).
It happened that in one of her first calls to her foster family she talked to
one of her friends. This friend had become her foster sister, as the foster
family needed a replacement to keep up with all the work the orphan girl was
used to doing. During the phone call, the new foster sister was crying and
asking, “Why you? Why were you chosen and not me? What’s wrong with me?” Enter
survivor guilt! The conversation didn’t end well to say the least. This past
spring, the former-orphan-turned-daughter was able to take a trip to visit her
former foster village, family and friends. She was treated like quite the
celebrity! The foster sister who had originally cried and accused on the phone
was hugging this girl’s neck, claiming her to be her best friend. Two other
former friends also came to spend the day with the girl, reconnecting and
sharing their lives for a day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Just
as school has started in the US, school has also begun in China. These three
girls, the former friends and foster sister, have been given the opportunity to
continue their education, which doesn’t always happen for orphans in China. Two
have made the decision to go to trade schools; one is continuing on in a high
school. These schools are residential; much too far to travel daily and the two
friends have been removed from their foster homes. &lt;u&gt;They have no other place
to go.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Here
is the part in the story that you have a chance to alter the outcome. Love
Without Boundaries has taken these three girls into their program to raise
funds for their education. Right now they can attend school—but if funds don’t
come in, they will be removed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;You can see them here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/programs/education/sponsor-a-child/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0066cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;http://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/programs/education/sponsor-a-child/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;My daughter was given the opportunity to give them their
Westernized names seen on the site. She researched name meanings and tried out
dozens while looking at their photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Will you please consider sponsoring one (or all three!) of these
girls every month? My daughter prays for them regularly and is waiting with &lt;i&gt;anxious
expectation&lt;/i&gt; as to what will happen next. I rarely plead for financial
assistance, but as a mom of a girl who has heard the call to action, I will do
my part as well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/6307525224507976737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/09/called-to-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6307525224507976737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6307525224507976737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/09/called-to-action.html' title='Called to Action'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-4126193230738990192</id><published>2012-08-12T16:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-12T16:25:32.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in AWE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;It has been 2 ½ years since Hope has been home. When she
arrived, she talked about not having to run anymore. It was a requirement in
her school, and although I thought at first she missed it, she later let me
know that she NEVER wanted to run again. In fact, when she and I would go on
little jogs together (bonding time), she would barely be able to run between
mailboxes without slowing down to a S&amp;nbsp; L&amp;nbsp; O&amp;nbsp; W walk and
breathing heavy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Fast forward to the following spring. Andrew was training for
cross country—Hope decided to try and run a mile with me too. We did more
walking than running at first, but then it lengthened to two miles, mainly
jogging. Not too bad, but she said that she didn’t want to run like her
brother! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Throughout the school year, Andrew kept encouraging Hope to join
the Cross Country team. Hope didn’t want to commit, but I took her for a sports
physical “just in case”. When she didn’t sign up at the end of the school year,
Andrew took the liberty to write down her name on the team’s roster. (without
her knowledge, of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;) Hope took the training schedule and started it, &lt;b&gt;without
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Hope has run OVER 230 MILES!!! Never mind the blisters, never mind getting up
at 5 am to get the run in before band camp for a week, never mind the 90-degree
heat most of the summer! She even learned that running in the rain can be
enjoyable, deer and wild turkey can be seen in the multitudes when you are on
the road, and sometimes you &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; run 11 miles &lt;i&gt;just because&lt;/i&gt; it
feels good. As of yesterday, she officially “committed” herself to the team!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am so proud of my girl!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;BTW, I am also proud of my boy—he is now over 300 miles in his 2
months of training for cross country! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Way to go, Andrew and Hope!! You both have done what was
formerly-considered *&lt;b&gt;impossible&lt;/b&gt;*!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/4126193230738990192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-am-in-awe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4126193230738990192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4126193230738990192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-am-in-awe.html' title='I am in AWE!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-4197120862471398282</id><published>2012-06-17T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T23:12:24.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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big two-digit birthday! The festivities began today, bringing cookies into her
Sunday school class. Next will be her actual birthday DAY, with cookies brought
in to her drawing class, followed by a trip to BWW for dinner. Dave and I
typically go to BWW for our date night and I usually bring home 18 wings for
the kiddos—6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffc000; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;honey BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt; for Hannah and Hailey, my non-spicy girls; 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Thai curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt; for Hope
and Austin; and 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;hot BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt; for Andrew and Amanda. Now she will be able to get as many as
she wants, followed by her own birthday scoop of ice cream and a candle.
Usually I wouldn’t go so lame for the cake, but we just made strawberry&amp;nbsp;
and strawberry/rhubarb pie for Father’s Day and Mandy’s birthday party is on
Thursday, which necessitates a cake. Mandy says cake gets boring after a while:
I’m glad, otherwise I will be eating more than my fair share! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amanda used to follow Hannah’s lead for the birthday planning
and invite list. This is the first year she has expressed her opinion as to
what SHE wants. I know that her virtual twin is still influencing her from the
side-lines, but it is fun to watch MANDY plan her party. My “whatever” and “I
don’t know” girl is finally growing into her own opinion!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday, my Amanda-Panda!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/4197120862471398282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/06/happy-10th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4197120862471398282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4197120862471398282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/06/happy-10th-birthday.html' title='Happy 10th Birthday!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-5713654847538053269</id><published>2012-05-24T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T15:35:24.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>China Bound and Blessings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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always told Hope that someday we would bring her back to China to visit her
family and the national treasures she heard about but never saw. God ordained
an opportunity for an excellent fare on airline tickets…so the future became
today! The day before spring break Hope, Hailey, and I headed for the airport
for an incredible experience. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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trip was not without mishap! Before we even left Grand Rapids, we accepted a
“bump” and were awarded $400 each to take a pre-paid taxi ride to Detroit and
were given vouchers for dinner as well. Once we boarded, not one of us slept,
thanks to some very social passengers who liked to talk LOUDLY 4 feet from our
seats. Even after I shhhushed them in Chinese (yes, I was proud of that!)
another group of them gathered to socialize in their not so quiet voices. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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stop: Beijing. Miraculously, God ordained a&amp;nbsp; blue sky and light breeze for
us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to explore the Great
Wall. We interacted with other Chinese groups—they laughed with us and us with
them—it was a welcome break to the panting and gasping from the steep climb.
&amp;nbsp;We enjoyed the sights, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;really enjoyed the
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was more costly than expected, but we also splurged on a chute ride down the
incline.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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xie, Chen Tai tai!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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also visited the Forbidden City and closed it down. It was my third trip but
never have I been with someone who was so interested in the famous buildings.
Both Hailey and Hope recognized some of the buildings from the Chinese movies
Hope enjoys so much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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second day we visited the Summer Palace. It was a beautiful day again and we
enjoyed meandering through the grounds. We walked and explored for hours! Once
we decided that we were tired and wanted to go back to the hotel, it took at
least another hour to find our way out—we got so lost!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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night, Hope was stricken with nerves about visiting her foster family. It made
for a very prickly evening, but through it all, she learned values of family.
It seems that every time Hope acts ugly, our relationship is refined as silver.
We aren’t leaving her. Her value &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;doesn’t decline with
bad choices. The safest place is in Momma’s arms, not pushing her away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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loved Beijing, but the next stop was Kunming! It was another Horrible Flight
with turbulence, but once we arrived, Hope’s former teacher met us at the
airport. She melted into tears, but it meant the world to her. The next day her
teacher (and husband) insisted upon driving us to Hope’s foster village.
Originally, Hope told us it was a 4-5 hour trip…I was SOOOO glad that she was
exaggerating! We had planned on staying for lunch; we ended up staying for dinner
as well. Hope was able to meet an aunt and uncle she never knew before; she met
her younger foster brother for the first time (who was SO cute and needs a
forever family) and she connected with former friends. It was quite the
day—Hope was like a celebrity and people flocked
around her. Hope’s “older sister” in her foster family (who she knew before but
was only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;brought in to replace
Hope’s work once she was adopted) had talked to Hope over a year ago in a call
back home. She had asked Hope “Why were you chosen? Why not me?” which sent
Hope in a spiral of survivor’s guilt. Now she gave Hope gifts and told her that
Hope was her best friend. Hope even commented later about how her older brother
(the family’s bio son) was nicer to her. We exchanged gifts; I was VERY glad
that we purchased so many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and Hope was tickled
that she chose the right size for everyone!&amp;nbsp; After the many hours, we went
back to the hotel tired, satisfied, and burdened for those left behind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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next day we enjoyed over the bridge noodles for breakfast, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;taught Hope the art of
bartering for souvenirs, and headed back to the airport. Of course the
turbulence was horrid—we were experiencing weightlessness and people were using
their air sickness bags all around us. We landed in Shanghai and were greeted
by a driver—very welcomed sight! He did get lost trying to find our vehicle…but
we made it to the hotel in time for me to savor a glass of wine before bed.
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best laid plans are not foolproof. Hailey has been dreaming of seeing a boy she
met when we lived in Shanghai 4 years ago. He was a resident of the Cere Care
Center—has CP and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;perhaps on the
spectrum for Autism. Dave has visited him with his trips to Shanghai with work
and has taken photos. But, when we traveled halfway across the world to visit
him… he was &amp;nbsp;gone for the Tomb Sweeping holiday. &amp;nbsp;Hailey was
heartbroken, but I tried to console her in saying that it meant that we would
just mean that we would return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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first night we were treated to a Shanghai-ese dinner by a friend of Dave’s. In
all our time in Shanghai 4 years ago, we never ate like we did that first
night! Bruce also procured tickets to the Shanghai acrobatics show—it was as
good now as it was years ago. Truly amazing what they make their bodies do!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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dear friend met us at the Cere Center&amp;nbsp;and then took us out
to lunch. She is supposed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;be visiting Canada
this month and then coming to the states this summer…perhaps she will allow us
to show her the hospitality she showed us! I won’t make her eat pig’s feet,
however. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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final stop for the day was at the pearl market. I had gifts to buy for my bible
study ladies and Hailey had friend that she wanted to bless. We bartered and
bantered, we sought great buys and great jewelry. I was really wanting a new
pair of beaded sandals but the faces of my daughters said it was time to go…so
we headed out. A last minute purchase for hair accessories led to an elongated
browse…and then the bartering began in earnest. Hope had learned some of the
tricks of the trade and enjoyed haggling. She was definitely an asset as she
spoke Mandarin, which typically got the prices lower than we could get them. I
know enough Mandarin to get me in trouble, and after at least 10 minutes of
bartering back and forth, I heard the shopkeeper start to tell Hope, “ Really,
these things I would ask 100 kwai ($16)…” What I didn’t realize was that she
was going to offer a lower price…but I blurted out, “100 kuai???” and then I
zurburted&amp;nbsp; on her. Raspberried. Made a very undistinguished sound&amp;nbsp;
in&amp;nbsp; her general direction, expressing my disgust. Honestly, I didn’t mean
it, but I was tired, bone tired, and exasperated to have to go through the
process AGAIN to buy a simple headband and comb for my girls. PRAISE GOD that
it caused everyone to erupt in laughter—including the shopkeeper! We ended up
getting a lower price than I imagined—AND &amp;nbsp;the girl selling the
merchandise HUGGED me before I left! How uncharacteristic of a Chinese girl!!!
We still laugh about it today…although the story has morphed into me actually
spitting at the girl…which I will never admit to b/c it didn’t happen! &lt;span style=&quot;font-variant: small-caps;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Very
early the next morning our flight home was changed from stopping in Japan to
being a direct flight. It was a long flight, we didn’t sleep, but it was a
necessary evil to get HOME. We hated to leave but were anxious to be home at
the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once
we returned to GR, our family greeted us with open arms and bear hugs. It took
the better part of a week to get over the jet lag (it’s always worse returning
home, isn’t it??!?) but it was good to be together again. There is something
about FAMILY…and that is where our heart is!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Rounded MT Bold&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;All
my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Harlow Solid Italic&#39;;&quot;&gt;Amy&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/5713654847538053269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/05/chinabound-and-blessings-wealways-told.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/5713654847538053269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/5713654847538053269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/05/chinabound-and-blessings-wealways-told.html' title='China Bound and Blessings!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-4983436258647550882</id><published>2012-05-13T01:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T01:57:00.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Twinning…Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am so thankful for *&lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt;* services offered by our local
public school! Both Hannah and Amanda are in speech therapy once a week. Why?
Because Hannah speaks like I did when I was young and Amanda speaks like
Hannah. She has definitely learned her “Hann-ese” well—their speech therapist
has her work cut out for her! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;These girls are so blessed! They complete each other’s
sentences; they are a constant companion; they encourage each other to new
levels in schooling, memorization, and imagination. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;I can’t imagine life without my girls. Anything else would be
less-than. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/4983436258647550882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/05/virtual-twinningagain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4983436258647550882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4983436258647550882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/05/virtual-twinningagain.html' title='Virtual Twinning…Again!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-4538396053464151610</id><published>2012-03-01T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T21:45:11.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight A’s!!! AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;This is a proud momma moment!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;My three high school students pulled straight A’s &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;, second trimester this year!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Looks like we’ll be taking them out to dinner, our “reward” for a job well done.&amp;nbsp; (Worth the investment in my opinion!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;May I add that this was Hope’s first English class in high school…coupled with Economics and Chemistry…my girl did GOOD!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Thanks for listening to me crow!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 22.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/4538396053464151610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/03/straight-as-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4538396053464151610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4538396053464151610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/03/straight-as-again.html' title='Straight A’s!!! AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-731359932886702348</id><published>2012-02-28T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T23:15:37.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Tonight I was the hands and feet for my son. A classmate of his was broadsided and killed by a drunk driver last week. Her visitation was very filled with friends and relatives—I chose not to go through the receiving line. I didn’t know her in life—I didn’t feel right looking at her in death. I thought and practiced conversations with her mom three dozen times in the past week—each and every one ended in my weeping—not what her mom needed at a night like this. In the end I signed the registry, including both mine and my son’s name, walked around looking for someone I knew, and stood in the back of the room, watching her mom and staring at her coffin. The photos that were in the reception room were probably still put together from her graduation open house last spring. Her videos from script-writing class are immortalized forever. Tonight I felt and still feel somber: thankful that my 5 children are at home, either sleeping or studying for exams; thankful that my eldest is at school studying his brains out and swimming his heart out. I feel indulgent that I have so many beautiful blessings, and Bethany’s mom is grieving in a way that I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; want to understand. I have a wonderful sister that shares her name, one that is too far away for me to hug, which I would do tightly tonight. And tonight, I was an extension of my eldest son, who knew her briefly but will never forget Bethany.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/731359932886702348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/02/saying-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/731359932886702348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/731359932886702348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/02/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-6091859487065359851</id><published>2012-02-06T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:52:47.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shudder to Think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Recently, a lot of our conversations around the dinner table have been retrospective about our girls’ life in China before life with us. Unfortunately, Amanda doesn’t remember much, but Hope does, and we continually learn more about her former life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We are cautious not to belittle what she had before and to acknowledge what she endured to make the adjustment through the adoption. We were talking about her feelings when she saw us, when we took her away, living in the hotels, boarding the airplanes, etc. Hope told us that she never took off her coat while in China because she was not used to buildings having heat. Her former school didn’t have it and neither did her foster home. She was expecting to have it get cold in the middle of the night, so she wore it CONSTANTLY. She also mentioned that her former foster family didn’t have an ample water supply, hot or otherwise, to have the hour long hot showers like she originally told us. (not that we believed her, but she finally trusts us enough to tell the truth and that she wasn’t honest before.)&amp;nbsp; Most sobering, however, was when we talked about her fears and feelings about coming here. She told us that she was told that she MUST say that she wanted to be adopted; that she didn’t have an option. I asked her if she knew she could say no to us, would she have done so?&amp;nbsp; She said Yes, without a moment’s hesitation. (talk about a heavy silence that followed that bombshell!) &amp;nbsp;But she also followed up that statement that she is so glad that she did come home with us to be a part of our family. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;In light of other families returning home without their older children because the children decided at the last moment they didn’t want to be adopted, I shudder to think of our family if Hope knew she had that option. Is it really in the best interest to give a 12 or 13 year old the life-altering choice to have a forever family or to stay in China as an orphan? I know my eldest daughter still &lt;i&gt;thinks&lt;/i&gt; she knows &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; but is desperately needs her parents to give her firm guidelines and to reign her in when she wants to go astray. I could never allow her to make a monumental decision that would affect her for the rest of her life based on fear of the unknown with no regard to the opportunities she would (or wouldn’t) have. Why do governments think this is a good idea??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Once again, a glimpse of the providence of God has been revealed to us. We are SO thankful for his hand!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/6091859487065359851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-shudder-to-think.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6091859487065359851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6091859487065359851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-shudder-to-think.html' title='I Shudder to Think!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-6398155970421514210</id><published>2012-02-04T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:47:42.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2-Year Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It is SO hard to remember life without our Hope and Amanda!!! Has it only been two years? It seems like forever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;At the same time, it is incredible to think of all that the girls have accomplished in &lt;u&gt;two years:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Became conversational in English (Amanda had NO English upon arrival and Hope depended on Google translate)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Found their niche in our family—Amanda as a virtual twin of Hannah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Amanda discovered that she has an imagination (once again—NO imaginary skills upon arrival!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Hope went from “showing effort” in middle school to pulling straight “A”s in high school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Amanda competing in Bible Quiz Bowl for AWANA and achieving 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; place out of 9 teams (this included standing on a stage and giving answers into a microphone!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;These are just a sampling of what they have accomplished—which doesn’t really define who they are. Hope is SO MUCH like me—I continually remark how much she is like her mom—because there are likenesses that go way beyond the physical. She is also a LOT like her closest brother, Andrew. They are probably more like virtual twins than either would admit. I hope they realize it soon and learn to embrace the relationship they could have! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;David just mentioned that he can’t imagine life without “the girls”. I can, but the only way I could describe it would be &lt;u&gt;flat.&lt;/u&gt; These girls have brought dimension to our family and to ME that is beyond measure. I can imagine life without them, but I certainly wouldn’t want it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;To my beautiful Asian Daughters—Hope Katherine XiFan and Amanda Beth MinZhi—Welcome Home!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;French Script MT&#39;; font-size: 26pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/6398155970421514210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-2-year-homecoming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6398155970421514210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6398155970421514210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-2-year-homecoming.html' title='Happy 2-Year Homecoming!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-3843491740925475644</id><published>2011-12-24T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:56:40.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat’s out of the Bag!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;;&quot;&gt;Tonight Dave was putting the two little girls to bed. He encouraged them to think about what they would write to Santa in a letter to leave by his cookies on Christmas eve. Hannah exclaimed “There’s no Santa—I think YOU’RE Santa!” Amanda chimed in and said, “Yea, and Mom’s the Easter Bunny!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Sigh. No fooling anyone anymore!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 26.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/3843491740925475644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/12/cats-out-of-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/3843491740925475644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/3843491740925475644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/12/cats-out-of-bag.html' title='Cat’s out of the Bag!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-4456383190744313799</id><published>2011-12-18T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:59:08.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool Highlight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;;&quot;&gt;Last week I was wrapping up schooling with my two little girls (affectionately nicknamed “Thing 1” &amp;amp; “Thing 2”). As I was making an o-so-nutritious lunch of ramen noodles, I was quizzing them on their multiplication skills. After exhausting numbers up to 12’s, I decided to see how much they remembered from Geography last year. (We had worked on an overview of the US) Thinking it was only fair to start easy, I asked them if they remembered the name of our state’s (Michigan) capital. Hannah was stumped, but Amanda was eagerly hopping in her seat, exclaiming that she knew it. My hopes for her retention came crashing down when she proudly answered “M-I”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;As soon as we start the new year, we will have to start a language unit on homonyms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/4456383190744313799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/12/homeschool-highlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4456383190744313799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/4456383190744313799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/12/homeschool-highlight.html' title='Homeschool Highlight!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-6142331639471024141</id><published>2011-11-13T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:12:24.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;How many moments have passed by that I haven’t logged? How many milestones will go by unnoticed? I am sad that I missed writing about them, because they won’t be remembered. Nor will they be able to be used to encourage anyone else. Although I can’t recall every point that has happened in these walls, but to try to catch up:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;My momentary child, Avery, has decided to remove himself from our family. Although I thought he was our forever child, we were a step in his walk of life. I praise God for the opportunity—we have grown through it all and God has shown himself faithful. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;My eldest son, Austin, has made his pilgrimage to MIT. He has now discovered that he was a big fish in a small pond while at home, but a small fish in an ocean at school! He has been doing problem sets on Friday nights, swim meets all day Saturdays, and realizing that even though the food is good and plentiful where he is, there is no place like home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; He is scheduled to come home for Thanksgiving; our holiday will have new meaning this year!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Hailey, our eldest daughter, is swimming at state next weekend. This will be her third time of swimming at the big house…this year is at Oakland U. She has done a good job so far—at conference her times for 100 back dipped into the 1:01’s which earned her the unique opportunity of painting her daddy’s toenails hot pink with blue polka dots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; It was quite a show!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Andrew finished his cross country season and is doing dry land conditioning for swimming. He is a diver, but keeping his options open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; He also is in the school’s musical of Footloose, opening in 3 weeks. His director wanted to know if any of the boys could do back flips as a part of the dance scenes, and although Andrew doesn’t know how, he decided it was time to learn. After a few attempts in the back yard, he was able to finagle a back handspring. Now he is attempting a back flip—I hope we can stay out of the ER until closing night! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Hannah and Amanda are still two peas in a pod. They are still homeschooling, much to my delight. Amanda is working a grade behind in reading, spelling and language, but is doing splendidly in the rest of her subjects. The two of them encourage each other to better things—Amanda was completing her spelling with better accuracy than Hannah at first; now Hannah is setting the curve. Amanda is amazing at math—she memorizes her facts and remembers them FOREVER. She and Hannah are working in the same book for AWANA this year—at the same pace, out-memorizing everyone else in their class. The biggest thing, however, is the imagination that Amanda has acquired! When she first came home, she would look at Hannah quizzically when Han would try to play house, my little ponies, etc. Now the two of them can be lost in “Imagination-land” for hours! Unfortunately, our house usually shows the effect of their imaginative play! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Hope has been emerging from her shell more and more. My beautiful daughter has entered high school and is pulling straight A’s! Although she didn’t join any sports or groups this year, she has expressed an interest in joining the cross country team next year. Andrew has been very encouraging to her; she has also logged many miles with me this summer/fall! &amp;nbsp;Although she sometimes tries to compete against herself and improve her times, she also uses the 1:1 time to just talk. I have connected more with my daughter while with our running shoes on than just about any other time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; Dave and I told her that when she finally gets the opportunity to go back to China and visit the Great Wall, she needs to be in shape to be able to walk it. She took us to heart and will either run on the road, on the treadmill, or do P90X in our basement. (If Tony Horton only knew!!!) I had the blessing of taking her 1:1 for a girls morning shopping trip this past Saturday. Although it was only to one store in the mall and grocery shopping, she was introduced to the fun of trying on beautiful clothing that we had no intention of buying, getting a makeover AND free makeup from the Clinique counter, AND lots of food samples since it was the weekend. Hope had told me in the past that her foster mom NEVER spent time with her 1:1—the eldest bio son was always there or she had work to do. She enjoyed 4 hours of mom-time, but more importantly, she allowed me to connect with her in a way she never allowed me to in the past. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Whew. It is therapeutic to journal! I hear about so many other people’s adoptions and their difficult times YEARS after homecoming. My girls are perfect for us—I have a connection with them that defies comprehension since they haven’t even been here for 2 years! Have there been tough times? YES!!! Even tonight Hope was short circuiting about going to a social event at our youth pastor’s house with her sister and brother. BUT&amp;gt;&amp;gt; through it all, God is glorified, we are edified and equipped to walk alongside another family who makes the FANTABULOUS choice to adopt. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Thank you for following up on us! I hope to share more soon!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Kunstler Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/6142331639471024141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6142331639471024141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/6142331639471024141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-8801249750099517749</id><published>2011-09-03T00:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:46:07.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;It has been so long since I posted. Not because I haven’t had momentous things to share; it has been more of wondering what would be appropriate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;First, the noteworthy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Our eldest son is off! He is officially in his dorm room at MIT, launching frozen chickens at stone pigs, having water wars, building and racing land yachts. We endured an earthquake going out and a hurricane coming back. He had a mandatory class about how to have sex without being charged with rape.(!) Campus Crusade for Christ (CCC) has been a great draw for him and he looks forward to finding a home church. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Hope has decided to run with me! Originally she said that she would run with me in 10 years, but she decided to start now. Truth be told, Dave and I told her that she couldn’t ask to go back to the Great Wall before she started exercising here. About 2-3 weeks ago, Hope decided that she wanted to join me on my morning runs. At first it took her 27 minutes to run 2 miles; today she was at 18.45!&amp;nbsp; Hope has already thought about joining the cross country team next year with her brother, Andrew. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Amanda is ready to start school this fall. We have been doing the regular back-to-school purchasing for everyone else. Mandy has decided to get her school books out early and start her learning. She also has enjoyed doing mental math in the car…she is so quick in remembering her multiplication facts! A real difference between Chinese and American learning styles. Amanda has also been demonstrating her flexibility—she can put both her feet behind her head, do a back bend and curl her head to touch her knees, and while on her stomach, not only touch her feet to her head but bring her heels to her chin! We all gave her the appropriate ooh’s and ahh’s that she deserved!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Our newest addition, Avery, continues to challenge our previous notions that we were good parents. A good morning often results in a difficult evening; a sulky am may lead to an easy pm. We don’t know how to predict the future; every day is lived moment by moment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I really wish I could give a glowing report about domestic adoption!!! I would love for other people who won’t do international adoption step up and give a child a chance. But it can be hard. REALLY hard. We were blessed by two wonderful girls through international adoption that, although gave us a run for our money in the beginning, are the joy of our lives now. Perhaps others are experiencing our struggles after international adoption without the back door to put the child back into the system. The shame of disruption is much more real to me now, even though our current placement is still foster. I don’t know, although I do know that pride comes before destruction, and in hindsight, I am sure we were prideful before since both of our girls are so well adjusted. Not anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I love other people’s blogs that show a snippet about their lives. I also love other people’s blogs that share the real parts of their lives. I hope I am sharing a bit of the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Tomorrow I am sharing the morning with two of my daughters and our exchange student at the mall to do some real girl time. The evening will be spent with the family, as Andrew is planning a dinner and dessert that will put all others to shame. I am a blessed woman! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Rage Italic&amp;quot;; font-size: 26.0pt;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/8801249750099517749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-checking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/8801249750099517749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/8801249750099517749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-8086330005341218207</id><published>2011-07-18T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T23:16:19.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just What I Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I just feel like singing! There is nothing BIG to write about, but to me, it is HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Dinner tonight was a breath of fresh air. I made a new recipe and EVERYONE liked it (besides Hannah, who said it was a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style=&quot;font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;little&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;too spicy, but that is normal), and it didn’t require my oven, which will have a rest until our heat wave breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Work, weight lifting, and dive camp took three of our kids from attending, but two returned for the end and the other will be in MA starting next month for school, so we are getting used to his absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Anyway, we laughed together while eating, either at ourselves or with each other. Afterwards, we read Proverbs 1 in the NLT, which made sense to most of our kids. Hope then read the same passage from her Chinese bible, which made more sense to Mandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Let me tell you, to have the word of God read in another language by our daughter was beautiful…but that word doesn’t even begin to describe it. A year ago Hope refused to read her bible in front of us…today she lead a chorus of angels singing over us! The music must have been loud enough to tickle our ears, because we then started singing hymns and kids’ spiritual songs that I sang to my original 3 children over a decade ago. That lead to teaching Avery the words to the star spangled banner…and Hannah reciting the Pledge of Allegiance…wrapping up with the kids washing dishes, sweeping the floor (Avery did it, even though just a month ago he REFUSED to sweep!), and cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. We wound down the evening with me reading a chapter to everyone from Little House in the Big Woods, squeezing four kids and myself on one couch, pausing only for everyone being able to see the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I am struck that only 48 hours ago I was griping to God about how this was a big mistake to expand our family again. I know that we are told to do everything without complaining or arguing (Phil. 2:14) but I felt I was justified to gripe and complain and argue with God. Just like the Israelites in the wilderness! But, just like the Israelites, God drew me back to his heart and gave me what I needed for the day. Now I have hope for tomorrow. Thank you, God, not only for today, but for it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Segoe Script&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Segoe Script&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;ZH-CN&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: SimSun; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;艾米&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/8086330005341218207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-what-i-needed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/8086330005341218207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/8086330005341218207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-what-i-needed.html' title='Just What I Needed'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-2102277462731700152</id><published>2011-07-17T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:09:08.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &#39;Segoe UI&#39;, Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;We have been so blessed with our children! There are so many facets to them—some mesh well with others, others are like flint and sparks fly when they hit. Some children energize and others drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;The past month has been filled with successes and dark spots. Avery has made huge strides in assimilating as a part of our family, but still is conflicted with giving up some aspects of his past. We are not asking him to change who he is or his heritage as an African-American youth. It is more like exchanging the mud pies he is so used to eating for the good nutrition we offer here. Every once in a while he really craves mud and doesn’t like it when I won’t serve it to him. That is usually when it gets ugly. Other times he is just worried that we might forget him, so he is ALWAYS talking and seeking attention. That, plus being hyper-vigilant about keeping an eye on him with the other kids…Let me kindly say that it is zapping our last ounce of sanity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I was griping (again) to God tonight. I have laid my burdens at his feet many times, but honestly, I was complaining. I told Him that I thought He made a mistake, that we weren’t supposed to be adopting again, that I made a mistake in hearing Him. I guess that I was looking for God to reassure me in what He was doing, but tonight I just heard…silence. Not like I was alone, but just as long as I was speaking untruth, He wasn’t going to accompany me in the journey. Just because I am squeezed-dry daily doesn’t mean that this is not what God planned for me. I was looking for the best for a boy from Detroit; God was looking at the best for ME. He never promised it would be easy, it would be for my good. I heard a quote once by CS Lewis: We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us. We are just wondering how painful the best will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;On that note, I am glad that I am not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Segoe Script&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Segoe Script&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;ZH-CN&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: SimSun; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;艾米&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/2102277462731700152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-more-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/2102277462731700152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/2102277462731700152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-more-games.html' title='No More Games'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-3705921632957672429</id><published>2011-06-30T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:39:25.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &#39;Segoe UI&#39;, Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Life is certainly different here these days! I never realized how easy it was with six kids until we added our seventh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Both Avery and Hope are in summer school—Avery for math, Hope for English. Hope enjoys the structure; I enjoy my son having something to do under someone else’s authority! Some days Avery is up on time, ready to go (other than needing to pull up his pants)—other days I am pulling him out of bed 5 minutes before we need to leave and putting a granola bar in his hand for breakfast. Neither one really dislikes school—it is a lot of educational play that adds to their learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Avery is very proud of himself—he stayed awake during church last Sunday without me making him stand through the service. He also said that he learned from the sermon, so much so that he e-mailed the pastor and told him such. He was singing a song from church on the way home—he couldn’t remember all the words, but he said he really liked it. The chorus is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You are stronger, you are stronger, sin is broken, you have freed me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is written, Christ is risen, Jesus you are Lord of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Of course, the day he was singing this was also the day that he was being defiant and argumentative about EVERYTHING. The devil didn’t want to lose his foothold! But the words are working their way through his mind and into his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;This evening I had the opportunity to show Avery how to use a Bible. We looked up Ephesians 4:29 (a family favorite!) and talked about what it meant. At first he thought I was punishing him, but I explained that I wanted him to see that we didn’t make up our family rules just to bug him—rather, it was based on something much bigger than ourselves. I think he liked at least some aspects of it, as he leaned against me and watched TV for a while after we were done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Hope has been reading some Christian romance novels. (I know, I know…not my first choice, but they seem to be capturing her interest and she is reading 300+ page ENGLISH books that include scripture and are biblically sound. It is a lot better than what she could be reading!) She has asked me what the verses mean that are included in the stories as they are written in KJV. I have been blessed to be able to explain what it means in Matthew 7:21-24. The door was cracked—I pray that the Holy Spirit did a better job illuminating the scripture to her heart than I did. I am glad that it was important enough for her to ask instead of just skipping it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Hope and Amanda have settled in and seem so much more permanent now, especially since they are not the “new” ones any more. Avery has been here only 2 weeks, but it feels much longer. Yet I know that we have a long way to go. As Austin prepares to go away to school in the fall, I am desperately trying to not squander any moments with him. I pray that God gives me the same motivation for ALL my children—my blessings—my gifts from God himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Today’s the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Avery is here to stay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Yea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Stay tuned…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/feeds/902008015862000731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/06/hes-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/902008015862000731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649158435595031576/posts/default/902008015862000731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathman6.blogspot.com/2011/06/hes-here.html' title='He’s Here!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18413935642430484827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649158435595031576.post-1587532660548594897</id><published>2011-06-04T23:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:09:33.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizA4_tzKrZuycaJSd5J4H5Z-m_3ZfTCzqL6EOB18tM5JJHDmnkeS3qrGdz9PAkHH9csaHR-DL0IWFNWaeK4oZVIJOlpQ_tO3EB_JubXHSWYDpYJD_hZhHGza5FNEIHgei1ar44Ui6xQF4/s1600/IMG_6205.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizA4_tzKrZuycaJSd5J4H5Z-m_3ZfTCzqL6EOB18tM5JJHDmnkeS3qrGdz9PAkHH9csaHR-DL0IWFNWaeK4oZVIJOlpQ_tO3EB_JubXHSWYDpYJD_hZhHGza5FNEIHgei1ar44Ui6xQF4/s320/IMG_6205.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60Wd74aGPxUxS3f5BHqx3BlCiasQYNJwTjQ3ns1QqZqK6-iukXuAZQVcBm-h8VzhkD2oDdm6AWJKrvowdVie3K52Pf6ZGO2jJksWm-VX-CPlzxf3tWTajAusIReOPQA_PbwDxbfuNF-E/s1600/IMG_5983.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60Wd74aGPxUxS3f5BHqx3BlCiasQYNJwTjQ3ns1QqZqK6-iukXuAZQVcBm-h8VzhkD2oDdm6AWJKrvowdVie3K52Pf6ZGO2jJksWm-VX-CPlzxf3tWTajAusIReOPQA_PbwDxbfuNF-E/s320/IMG_5983.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;It has been months since I have posted and so much has been happening! For a while I was afraid to post, as I didn’t know what was permissible and what was against the rules. Now, I think I may proceed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;It is true that once your eyes and heart has been opened to the blessings of adoption, you are forever changed. It’s not that I am discontent with my family; I am not lacking anything with the children that I have. The problem is that there are thousands and millions of children who ARE lacking and who want/need the basics of life…food, safety, a family. I can’t promise designer clothes, big vacations and cruises are out of the question, and even ordering anything off the dollar menu at Mc D’s on the rare occurrence that we go is forbidden! BUT, I can offer a place in our family, a place to come home to, a place to belong. I can offer my heart to be stretched to encircle another, my arms for a ready hug, and my prayers for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;It is for these reasons as well as others that I can proudly announce that we are adopting again! This time our foreign land is Detroit, MI; our new child is a 14 year old boy. Avery has been visiting us since April 1&lt;sup style=&quot;line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;(no fooling!) and will be with us full time by mid-June. Being an older boy, he knows that adoption for him means that some past behaviors, vocabulary, music and activities must be left behind. He also knows that exchanging those for what he has offered with this forever family makes it a very tempting deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;What has been interesting has been watching Hope interact with Avery. Hope, being a very reserved girl, is forced out of her comfort zone with Avery, who is very much “in your face.” Instead of retreating more into her shell, Hope has been blossoming into a more self-confident, smiling young lady. This is just another example of how God’s hand has been in the midst of the adoption…and there are many stories to tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Hope has been enjoying everything so much more here. She has started reading English books (and really liking the Shadow Children series!) and rarely misses an opportunity to watch English movies, even over her Chinese movies and books! She still is in contact with her Chinese friends, but also has a lot of fun with her new friends from church and school. She has been blossoming into such a beautiful girl, inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Amanda is still Hannah’s virtual twin. They dress alike, play alike, and even talk alike! Last week I brought out last year’s summer clothes for the girls to try on, thinking it was going to take about 30-40 minutes to complete. Instead, they took 2 hours trying on the clothes and giving me a fashion show, complete with naming the outfits, coordinating hair styles and props, and walking up and down the sidewalk as their catwalk. There is rarely a dull moment, as Amanda’s imagination has developed as well as her English skills. For a little girls that could only recite “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” in English when we got her January of last year, she has completed her first grade reading curriculum and spelling with excellence! Her 9&lt;sup style=&quot;line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;birthday is coming up next month and the planning for her party has occupied both her and Hannah’s imaginations for weeks. She doesn’t want much, just treasure hunts, pool parties, music recitals, slumber parties, petting zoos, and bike races, all rolled into one extravaganza. I love a girl who can dream big!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Often people ask about the girls, and inevitably they ask how their transition has been. I can honestly say that we have two girls that fairytales are based upon—if I were to write a book about how well things are going, no one would buy it because no one would believe it. Things were TOUGH in the beginning, but that has all faded away. I only hope I can be a good enough momma for my girls, as well as all of my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;On another note, we just finished cleaning up after Austin’s open house—he just graduated from high school on Thursday. Hannah is already crying daily because he starts college in 90 days (she‘s counting) . He has finished the race of high school well—academically, socially, and spiritually. I am excited for his opportunities at MIT, but the natural sadness of missing him definitely creeps up on me when I’m not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Well done, Austin! I am so proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;All my best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ecxMsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: navy; font-family: &#39;Segoe Print&#39;; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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