It's 9 p.m. "Dex's Time." I know my little boy is alone in a crib in a hot orphanage in southeast China, and I'm just plain bummed about it this morning.
I know there are millions of kids alone, hungry, lonely, sad around the world, and that's one reason we are honored to be able to bring one child into our family to love on. But, once I've seen his face, it becomes so much more real to me. It's not a faceless, far-away issue anymore.
One morning this week, the kids were all fussing about who wanted what for breakfast, and I couldn't help but think about the disparity between the three of them here not being able to choose oatmeal, cold cereal, or a fruit bar and wondering if Dex has even eaten today. As I brushed Abi's hair this morning, I wondered if anyone had held my little boy today at all, stroked his head or kissed his cheek.
I want so badly to hold him and show him a mother's love. Soon, I suppose. Just not soon enough.