So, there's no way-absolutely no way that I can describe the smell that we woke up to yesterday and today. Someones septic system (or lack there of?) was spewing out of the ground and into the street. It smelled like sewage and dead animal and some type of propane gas all at once and it was EVERYWHERE. The great news is that I was wearing flip flops for my morning walk to visit Quinton. Mmmmmm Yummy! Gross, I know but if you're reading this and you really wanna know what's going on-this is it. So, to my dear sweet Quinton whom I would do absolutely anything for-please always remember that Mommy walked through liquid poo to get to you LOL. And all you can do is laugh.
Once we got through that lovely mess, we had great visit again. We dressed him in shorts and a
t-shirt, but it was not long before a nurse came around and imitated his cough and that we must go back and get him long pants, long sleeves, and a sweater. We did it because they asked us too, but if you know me well, you have probably already guessed that I was rolling my eyes the whole time (after I flashed her a "sure, no problem" cheesy grin. He was a hoot at morning and afternoon visits. He absolutely comes alive and it is so beautiful to see. We cannot wait until the day that we get to walk through the big green gates of the orphanage forever! Honestly, there is not much more to tell today. We are just eating up every moment with our little guy. Here are some shots from today's visit:
Faith to Move a Mountain
In November of 2011, I started this blog as a sort of journal to chronicle the events of our son Quinton's adoption. Quinton is a little boy who was born with an extra special something. Quinton has down syndrome and was given up at birth by his parents because he has down syndrome. His birth parents must not have had any idea what a blessing he would be or I am sure they would not have given him up. Unfortunately in Eastern Europe (Quinton is from Ukraine) people with disabilities are not accepted in society and at the age of 4-6, they are sent to adult mental institutions where most of them die :( Although it breaks my heart that his parents have missed out on such a joyful little boy, God has used this unfortunate situation to bless us with a gift greater than I could have ever imagined: the gift of our first child. If you ever considered adoption-do it! Don't let money deter you. God provided over $20,000 for us to adopt Quinton. We were not fully funded until 50 minutes before we boarded our plane to Ukraine. If you have never considered adoption, go back to the beginning of this blog and read. You will see what a blessing adoption really is. Many people tell us that we are angels for rescuing Quinton, but the honest truth is this: Quinton has given me far more that I will ever be able to give him. He is my little miracle, my silly bug, my baby boy, my love. HE IS MY LIFE!