Treasures

To make a long story short, I can't update Jake's blog anymore. I set his blog up under my school email, and now it won't let me sign in at all. So while I try to figure that out, I thought I'd write a little about my precious baby brother on here. 

I took Jake out for a few hours this morning so my mom could get some school work accomplished with Grace. It was really nice. I met up with my cute pregnant friend along with a mutual friend and her 3 year old daughter. Jake hasn't had much interaction with kids his age, so it was a nice little play date for him. 

Afterwards, I took Jake to get his first American hair cut.  His "bangs" were almost in his eyes and his side burns could've been braided. It's funny how subtle little changes are, such as hair growing. To us, Jake has looked the same since we got him. It's not until we look back at pictures of his first day, week, month with us do we realize how much his looks have changed just by his hair getting longer. 

Anyway, he looks super cute with his new do, and he sat super still the whole time. Everyone in the salon was so nice and just loved Jake, which is always a good feeling. As we were walking out, a sweet woman, advanced in years, smiled and said, "He is a treasure. God has blessed your family abundantly." 

I smiled back and said, "Thank you, He certainly has." 

That's really all that can be said. God has been way too good to us. I think that a lot of times, people, including us, consider Jake to be the one that has been blessed, having the opportunity to come to America and be loved to pieces by our family and friends. With so many children in the world without families that love and care for them, Jake certainly has been blessed. But he's not the only one. He has brought so much love and laughter to our family, and we feel incredibly blessed to have him. 

Every morning he wakes me up with a hug and a kiss and a quick snuggle under my covers, before heading downstairs for breakfast. When I finally make it out of bed and into the kitchen, he always stretches his arms out from his high chair and beckons for another hug and kiss. When I leave the house for an errand or for the day, he gives me yet another hug and kiss, and again when I come home from said outing. When I'm watching TV, reading a book, or on my computer, he will inevitably find me and climb over whatever I'm doing for a quick hug and kiss, with little concern for whatever he had to climb on to get to me. Before nap, hug and kiss. Before bedtime, hug and kiss. If I ask for a kiss and not a hug, he wraps his soft little arms around my neck and squeezes with all his might. 

He's just a bundle of love, and we are exceptionally blessed.