"Goodbye, kitchen!"
"Goodbye, bedroom!"
"Goodbye, rocking chair!"
"Goodbye, bathroom!"
I bundled him up in his coats and helped him put his shoes on. He did not understand the finality of his goodbyes and I didn't have the heart to explain it.
Little D. was much much better today. I am sure it helped that his dad was at home with us. If he had his way, this is how Little D would like things to stay - all of us together in one home.
He has been verbalizing that he doesn't want to leave for his new country. He wants to stay here.
He left. Lee took Little D and his dad grocery shopping and came home saying that he did fine until the end. He didn't want to go to the hotel to eat. He wanted to eat with Kaari and the big boys at home.
I was ok. The boys were ok. We were all ok...until bedtime. That is when the tears began. First Anthony and then David. We read the Bible verse they both chose for Little D (Psalm 23) aloud together. We did a devotional and prayed for rest and that God would shape us through this suffering. They are sleeping with the stuffed animals that remind them of the little guy. David couldn't stop crying.
"We need a big picture of him so we can always remember him." explained Anthony.
"Doing Skype just won't be the same as in person." complained David.
I seconded both of those ideas and then gave them both kisses goodnight.
Before leaving the room, I looked at Little D's empty bed and it felt like someone had died. No more goodnight songs, no more hugs and kisses and then more hugs and kisses....no more snuggling after naps...it feels so very strange and so very empty.
And I am not the one having my whole life turned upside AGAIN. Praying hard for my sweet little boy....first, praising Him that Little D was much more of his cheerful self today...then, praying that his heart would be protected and that he would feel the closeness of Jesus in every step of this new life journey.
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