february 12:
Good Morning World
After a so-so night's sleep Marisa decided
today was the day she would start at least
playing around with food. By dinner she was
gnawing at a bread roll and some fruit. We
are continually amazed by her progress in
accepting us - she's just a part of the family.
Marisa Mei-Lian Freeman
Good Friends from KC
We got to meet our good friends from
Kansas City today for lunch. Made the world
seem pretty small since he works about 5
minutes from me. What a blessing it has
been to go through this process with some
others we know well.
Wiped Out
Okay - so maybe the medical exam was a
little more taxing that I earlier suggested.
Marisa has proven that she can take a nap
on the run if necessary.
Isn't she precious? What I would give to let
her birth parents know she is loved.
Shopping Again?
But of course - we hit a few new shops today
on Shamian Island and Nathaniel was
responsible for carrying the bags part of the
time. I chose that job for him since he had
the heaviest purchase (a Mah Jong set).
The Red Couch Picture
It was a challenge, but I think a success. We
had seven from our group participate in the
red couch ritual at the White Swan. The
video below chronicles the process of getting
all seven to sit still - not easy.
Doctor's Appointment
Marisa had to get a medical exam so that
she can get a visa to travel. As the clinic was
packed and we were asked not to bring in
diaper bags, etc., I became the human toy.
You can see the evidence around my neck.
The exam consisted of ENT, height and
weight, and a general body check. She did
pretty well through the whole ordeal.
Dinner Out
We had some new friends call and invite us
to dinner in a western restaurant located
inside a park. Beautiful lake front restaurant
serving steak for dinner. First steak we've
had since we've been gone - what a treat.
Today's slide show and red couch video
The friends that met us for lunch today - the guy and I are in a small group with two other guys and had the
chance to ask each other today more the deeper questions about the adoption process and what this meant for
our families. Really caused me to think and I came to realize something. I wondered a little on Gotcha Day why I
wasn't my usual emotional cry-baby self. I think one reason is that we've prayed for and thought about these
girls for so long and really just asked God to weave our lives together that when it came time to get them the
feeling was more like a homecoming than it was a birth. I was emotional and yes, shed a tear, but it felt so
natural. She's my daughter - I'm her daddy. Hop on a plane, come to Kansas City and everything's going to be
okay. Anyway, it was a good revelation and a good feeling. Marisa's coming home where she belongs.