Elijah is in first grade now. It's hard. I don't envy him- having to learn to thrive in a new school, new culture, and new language. But he does it with grace. He is kind-hearted, and he perseveres. He is slowly beginning to read and write (in cursive), and comprehend more words in Spanish. He tells me it's hard to keep up in class as he often just sits there wondering what Heaven will be like. He talks a lot about that these days. If an almost 7 year old can have genuine faith, I believe he does. The other day I overheard him sharing the gospel with a little Finnish boy who was here on vacation. He takes God seriously.
Levi, despite all my initial concerns for him, has excelled in Spanish. He not only has learned to be social, but he's actually starting to tell jokes in class, and doesn't hesitate to use his newly acquired arsenal of Spanish vocabulary (including telling me my "barriga is muy grande!). He LOVES his teacher. We LOVE his teacher. The minute he walks in the door from school, he lugs out the lego bin and starts creating. He is my artist. He is intense. He doesn't care what others think about him. He is very thoughtful. I think if he couldn't draw or dance or create, he would simply die. We see him taking active steps to try to please God with how he treats his siblings.
Eliana is a beauty who's soul runs so deep. Understanding her is like trying to grasp smoke out of the air. She is very bright and social, and VERY emotional. She was the first in her class to learn everyone else's names. She is always swirling around the house singing lines from her favorite Spanish kids' songs. We are learning how to tread tenderly around her, and how to help her plumb the depths of her emotions and learn to control them. Her eyes fascinate me. I wish I could dive into them and see the world as she sees it!
Lucas has suddenly found the key that unlocks fluency of the English language. He went from speaking broken phrases last week to suddenly speaking perfect complete sentences this week. What last week weeping and clinging to Nathan's legs is "Daddy, can I please come with you?" this week. He is finding his fit amongst his siblings as a peer and not just as the baby. He loves to help. His new chore is putting away the silverware, and he does it meticulously. He is the frosting on the cake that is our family. None of us can get enough of him.
We were blessed to have Nathan's parents here with us for six weeks this Christmas season. It was so nice to have family close. We love them, and so appreciate their humility and godly examples. Having family come and go makes me long for Heaven where there will be no more goodbyes.
Nathan and I continue to love each other- truly, madly, deeply. These first 8 years of our marriage have been so full of surprises and changes, and yet I am thankful to look to the future with a God I know is good and a husband that I trust.