In our Loving Arms

2 years ago tomorrow my siblings and I recieved a phone call from our parents- all the way from Rwanda. They had just met Cooper for the first time and shared the joy of holding him. We heard about a little yellow, dirty toy in the crude shape of a bear that he was clinging to the whole time they were holding him. It finally slipped from his grasp, plopping into a muddy gutter. Dad silently bent down and picked it up, wiping it on his shirt. He thought of that little toy and how much we would be able to provide for this scared little boy - that toy would mean nothing to Cooper when we got him home, yet then he was balling when it dropped into the dark water. He didn't know what was coming. Neither did we. We were in it together.

Now the playful, hyper, extremely cute three-year-old that I see each and every day is no longer scared or shy - in fact, he's quite the opposite... Brave and a bit goofy, he isn't afraid to meet new people. He's always into activities all the way from watching Veggie Tales to coloring a picture for Mommy to wrapping-paper roll sword fighting with one of his brothers. Now, I can hardly remember life without our beatiful, precious Cooper.




PS... I might get to actually witness the next metcha day - I might get to go with my parents to Uganda to meet our little girl and boy waiting with another story to be told.

-Hallie