The procedure took about 40 minutes. (double the time it should have) After that we were just waiting for him to wake up and drink a little water so we could go home. He looked so sweet, lying there with his teddy bear. This sweet little boy has the biggest heart. After all he has been through -he still loves, still hugs, still kisses. I am constantly amazed by his abilities and joy.
Often when I am out with the kids shopping or running errands, I will have people come to me asking about the boys. Are they brothers? Where are they from? The conversation always seems to end with a "They sure are lucky to have you." No. It's not true. They are not lucky. They were chosen by a God who loves them to be a part of our family. We were chosen to share in their lives, to teach them and train them. While the obvious part of their story says they have benefited from being pulled out of an orphanage, out of an institution life, out of the darkness of being abandoned and left to their own devices,-the truth is, we have gained more than our boys have. We have hugs, kisses, laughing, cuteness, playtime--I could go on. Luck has nothing to do with our lives. It is not by chance that Moses and Judah are a part of our family. It is all by design of our wise Creator. Oh, how thankful I am that His ways are not my ways.