A bit heart-breaking, but on Valentine's we got news that Ruslan is no longer at the orphanage. But that's good news isn't it. Somewhere he is home with a mom and dad after 18 months living in a "baby house."
It threw us for a bit of a loop, but we went to Meson Sabika for dinner as planned. Justin gave me a beautiful bracelet, and I gave him a waffle-iron and a lifetime supply of homemade orange-infused whole grain waffles on Sunday mornings.
We were sent photos of several other boys, and our hearts were drawn to a three year old boy in girls shoes (there is definitely a shortage of boys clothing in these orphanages), with a big smile on his face. Justin and his mom both say he looks like Justin's older brother Philipp at that age.
His name is Petr, and apparently he was abandoned sometime after birth because he has not been there long. He's a comical little boy, and he got all of us laughing and loving him from 7000 miles away, so just think how funny he'll be when he's right here! I know God has already chosen our child, so we move forward with trusting hearts.
The photo that we have of Petr has a peanut butter and jelly kiss on it, a big smooch from Isabelle. She talks more and more about "Nicholas" as we'll call him. So far, Petr is Nicholas, the third. We'll see if he becomes, "Nicholas, the one we brought home."
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