Also, the UPS woman brought all of our beautiful documents yesterday, authenticated by the Chinese Consulate in Houston. They came back!! I see great beauty in perfectly executed paperwork, in some weird way. So now we have everything ready for our dossier, except the paper from CIS.
Okay, so the big news is...we have decided to homeschool Jake and Landon next semester and hopefully beyond. Who knows what child #4 will bring, but I am hopeful it will work out even after she gets home. It has been a very long, God-led path to this journey. I can't call it a destination because I have come to realize that there is no destination in this life. We never arrive or get settled and I have made an effort to stop saying "well, maybe one day when..." All we have is today.
Basically, they were doing well in a really great school with lovely teachers and I still thought constantly about keeping them home. Even though when they first started school I was so happy to be alone for once! As they get older, I see that time is so short. I can't get these years back and we were in a cycle of get up at 6am, school, get home at 3pm, homework, piano practice (or lesson), soccer or gymnastics, chores, pehaps some free play or a friend over, dinner, bed. And by 3pm I'm tired anyway! We were missing the best of each other.
Maybe more later once we start. I am terrified and excited, but I know it will be okay. As I cleaned out their backpacks last week, I found these two things I had to share.

From Jake (age 9):
"Three Wishes"
1. Give poor people in China homes
2. For all kids in the world to have food.
3. That cancer had a cure.
From Landon (age 7):
"Thanksgiving"
I'm thankful for my friends, family, food and water, school. Grandparents too. My teachers, friends, Thanksgiving, Christmas and other holidays! I'm thankful for my house and classroom. I am thankful for shelter and you should be too.
Psalm 127:3-5
Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children are a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.




