It's the little things...

It's Sunday morning and I'm having a cup of yummy Masala tea.  It's almost time to head to service at Pearl City church, but had to jump on and give thanks for some little-BIG things happening in my life.

Every time I come abroad, inevitably, I miss the little things about home.  Driving my own car, grabbing a Starbucks with a friend, dropping by my parents for my mom's omelets, texting my sisters some funny thought I had, ice in my glass etc.  But this week I was really missing my little people.  No, I'm not a member of a circus, although, it often feels like it.  I'm talking about these guys: 

Ariana, Grant, Lia, Noelle, Jubilee, Logan and Moriah

All are family - some by DNA.  These vertically challenged bundles of love bring me so much joy and laughter in my life.  Everyone needs to have children in their life and since there's no "baby's daddy" in mine YET, I feel extremely blessed to have so many to share my days with.

I was day dreaming the other day about kissing soft chubby cheeks, it seemed so real.  When I realized it would be some time before that was a reality, I was really bummed.  But, then I headed to the tailor's to pick up my clothes.

Odd segway?

We found this amazing woman who runs a small business out of her home.  She is a lovely woman, full of peace and is blessed to be a mother of 2.  Most Indian children do one of two things when they see a big white person: Cry or scream AND cry.  But, not these two.  They were a bit shy and curious at first, but then the little baby boy, Joshua, was reaching for me.  I couldn't believe it!! I grabbed him up!  He was just the perfect "arm-size", all warm & squishy - just perfect!!

He laughed and made some sort of "bus noise" as his mother called it with his little pink lips.  He was immediately filling my love tank with his little hugs.  He was quite content to just sit with me and pat my leg.  I was all smiles and so was he.  My little Joshua doing nothing and everything all at once!  Before leaving, we were able to pray over this wonderful family who are new believers.

I was so blessed.  There are literally 1,000's upon millions of tailors in India (and then some) but the Lord directed us to the right place.  Pants hemmed, measurements taken and day dreams fulfilled.

On a side note, another cute kid-related thing this week.  I was asked to name a baby boy.  After praying about it, I chose a name I've always liked and imagined to use one day for one of my own sons, but figured, who knows when that day will be so I gave it now:  Valor - it means courage in the defense of a noble cause.