Oops...

So, I realized that the 'You Tube' pictoral video I put together was private. I am not sure then if anyone was able to see it. Sorry there is no music; the next one will be put to music. Enjoy!

One Year Ago...

...we were in Pereira, Colombia, beginning our first steps as family together! I remember how nervous and excited we were to meet Jonatan for the first time. Repetitive flipping through paperwork and photos, checking our packing numerous times to ensure we hadn't forgotten a thing, and the endless talk of what was to come in meeting Jonatan and growing our family by one. I even remember how surreal that first meeting seemed. Standing in the visitation room that so many other children and their forever families had once visited...watching the shadows of people coming and going just outside our room (the walls were translucent), and wondering which bodies would finally represent our social worker, psychologist, and Jonatan.

Those moments seemed like forever as we sat, held each other, paced, and looked out the window. Soon the ICBF psychologist appeared to begin reviewing a list of questions and information: did we have any questions? how were we feeling about all of this? what we needed to remember in meeting Jonatan for the first time...the scope of thoughts and feelings that he may be experiencing as well. additional information collected since our last update. Despite having a translator, I remember thinking, "I am so glad there is two of us to remember all of this; because I don't think I am going to remember it all." My thoughts continued to wander to what was coming next...that long awaited moment of meeting...the shadows that danced along the wall as people walked back and forth just outside our room...the smell...the breeze...the din of people in the background. Oh, when would that anticipated moment arrive?

And then, without much transition, our psychologist explained that Jonatan was indeed in the building and wanted to know whether we were ready to meet him or not. By this time we had seen just a couple pictures of him and had only a fraction of an idea of just how big, exciting, and wonderful his personality was. Both of us looked at each other, nodded in agreement, and then proceeded to tell the psychologist that yes we were ready. I remember feeling very excited and happy for this moment, yet equally nervous about the events that were coming and how they would unfold. I remember my hands beginning to sweat, my heart beginning to speed up, and feeling a loss for words. How would Jonatan react? Afterall, we were told that he would most likely be crying, and because of his age, temperament, and other factors he may not be interested in coming to us. These were all things to be expected. How would we react? Oh, how much I wanted for our son to know how deeply we loved him, desired him to be a part of our life, and how equally sad we were for the events that were about to unfold. What to say? How to be? Only time and those first few moments would reveal just how the Lord would guide us through taking our first steps together.

And then, in the distance came crying and footsteps that could be heard above the din; closer they continued to come until small specks of shadow turned into 3 life-sized bodies through those translucent windows. What followed was a brief swinging of the door into the room where we waited with our lawyer and translator. The crying briefly stopped as Jonatan took in his new surroundings, the somewhat familiar people that stood before him, and the words being spoken to him in Spanish by his social worker. To this day, I do not remember what I said...I can't remember what Dave said. What I do remember is the social worker coming closer, and Jonatan's expression going from momentary intrigue and interest to concern and fear. By the time he was in my arms, he was crying again. His little body stiffening here and there. His arms turned and reaching out to the social worker that he had grown to know and trust. I wondered how terrible this must feel; how confusing; I wondered if this had happened before.

Despite all of our attempts to distract and redirect with toys, Jonatan just wasn't having any of it. If I was in his shoes, I think I would have felt the same way. For a then 19 month old I am not sure even the 'perfect' preparation could have prepared him for all that was in store. It wasn't long before Jonatan's crying and protest gave way to vomit and a rapid change of clothes and then more crying and reaching for anyone that was not me or Dave. I can't tell you how heart-breaking these moments were. What Jonatan, what all adoptive children, go through in order to be joined with a forever family. We were told that in a toddler this may or may not be most vividly seen...although in this day we had a vivid picture of what the joining of our two worlds would mean in that moment and the future for Jonatan. We were assured that this was a very good thing. His open grieving, fear, and even anger were necessary parts of the process of beginning our life together, yet despite knowing this I remember how sick my stomach felt. How I hoped and prayed that we could continue that grieving and growing process with him well. I remember thinking to myself, "Lord, thank you for this little one, and please help. We can't do this on our own."

All the while Dave was trying to concentrate on reviewing some material, a photo album, and other items with the social worker that Jonatan's foster parents had sent. It wasn't long though before the psychologist and social worker both agreed that it would be better that we just head on over to El Cortijo as remaining at the ICBF office was not helpful to Jonatan. His crying and fitful protest was still at its height. So, out the door we went. We got into our translator, Mauricio's, car. As the car began to move and whisk by buildings, farms, vehicles, and people, Jonatan's sweaty body slowly began to transition from less rigid to more relaxed, and moments later his little head was nestled into my neck, his arms wrapped around me, his breathing beginning to slow from heaving to slow even breaths. By the time we were back to El Cortijo, he was asleep in my arms. Although this did not last very long, it was one of the first more peaceful moments for all of us as a family. I remember then thinking, "Thank you, God, for this moment, your presence and provision. We need you to figure out how to navigate these moments as a family. Please help Dave and I to be aware of your work in Jonatan, how that is coming together in your time, and how we as parents can join you in it. Help us to know how to care for him as he is grieving and getting to know us."

Moments later we were walking the corridor to the entrance of El Cortijo. Betty, one of the women who worked there, had opened the door for us and was now also speaking loving words of welcome and adoration to Jonatan. He had awakened although did not say a word and proceeded to cling tighter. He continued to watch quietly from my shoulder. With Dave at our side we made our way up to our room to settle into our first few private moments as a family. In the room, he seemed more at ease, although still prone to periodic tearful and less consolable moments. Dave had now begun to go through the material that the social worker had given us, made his way to the photo album Jonatan's foster family had made for him, and settled down to look through it. While his intention was to read through the daily schedule and other helpful tidbits that were included in there, Jonatan seemed equally interested in the big blue album. He had slid down from my lap, tears stopped, and was now standing in front of Dave wanting to be included in the album's viewing. The very first turn revealed a page of Dave and I, the very first picture we had included in our photo pages to Jonatan. Then without hesitation, Jonatan pointed to those two seemingly familiar individuals and declared "Papa y Mama", followed by a glance to us as if realizing just who we were, seeming to make the connection between us and all that he, his foster parents, and social worker had been talking about for so long. Those three simple words brought tears to our eyes and joy to our hearts. The knot that had been forming in the pit of my own stomach seemed to unravel a bit. Here was our son, someone we had wondered about and prayed for on many an occasion.

With the passing of our one year anniversary as a family, I was reminded of how much growing and changing Jonatan, Dave, and I have been through individually and as a family. We wouldn't trade any of those moments, both the joys and challenges of becoming a forever family.

And to you, Toya, nuestro hijo precioso, we love you beyond what words could ever convey. It has been but a privilege and honor to share such a special year with you. You have such a sweet and kind heart, a gentle spirit. It is fun to watch you grow in confidence and strength...to watch as you grow in your enjoyment of music...a blessing to see your desire for learning about Jesus. You are persistent and eager, a self-motivated learner, and very inquisitive...all attributes that we pray God would continue to use to expand his kingdom through your life both now and in the future.

We are reminded this day of your birth father and mother as well. We pray that they would be reassured of your safety and care as thoughts of what has become of you visit them. May God add his blessing and peace to their hearts as they continue to live out their own lives. We pray for their protection, for wisdom and discernment in living life, and for salvation if they do not already know it in Christ.

And lastly, but not least, a special thank you to all of our family, friends, church and adoptive community...this year has been all the more special because we have shared it with you. The richness of our life together is also influenced by you and the relationships that we have with each of you. For those of you that we have yet to know more deeply, we look forward to more opportunities to spend time with you. May God continue to work out his life in all of you!

Happy One Year, Familia Derr! Much love and blessing to you, Toya, nuestro hijo precioso!

Parenthood and More

So, I began this post a while ago...hence the 2008-2009 transition:

Wow, it's hard to believe that 2009 is already here!!!! Looking back on 2008, so much has taken place in our lives. If you have been reading along, then you are well aware of most of the major comings and goings of our family. 2008 truly was a year marked by much joy and celebration!

Fastforward now to Christmas 2008, and oh boy did we ever have fun this year! Although we should reassure family and friends here of our enjoyment of past holiday get-togethers as well. 2008 had more of a magical and complete feel to it. Dave and I have longed for children for a very long time. While I will spare you the recount of our own journey through infertility, I will say that Jonatan has been far more than we ever fathomed in a son or daughter. As the holidays, birthdays, and typical get-togethers have flown by, we have always felt a void in our own family.

It was an absolute delight to watch as Jonatan woke up Christmas morning to gifts at his bedside. His wide-eyed excitement as he tore into gifts--and, I must say with much more zeal and confidence than even in September at his birthday!

And now, as we approach February, Jonatan is welcoming his last molar and completed this morning 4 nights of solid sleep in his own bed and room! We were actually thinking that the independent sleeping would be a long challenge for all of us, but it turns out that he seems very comfortable in his new room and bed. I think that it has helped that there has always been a bed in that room, we have played in there with him all along, and even slept in there as a family when our house was full at Thanksgiving. So, all said, we are hoping that he continues to feel just as comfortable, as Papa and Mama are so very excited to have their room back! Ha!

Today, Dave and I were completely cracking up over how much Jonatan can eat! We are thinking that he is now venturing into another growth spurt...let me just recount two meals in the last day of eating...so, yesterday, he actually ate a little more than 1/2 a rotisserie chicken (not 1/2 cup...an actual half a bird!), about 1/2 cup of rice and beans, cauliflower, and a banana at one meal...this was after having 2 helpings of cheerios, yogurt, and blueberries for breakfast and a midmorning snack of fish crackers, raisins, and nuts! And then tonight(Dave took us to one of his favorite Chinese buffets) he ate about 1/2 cup of green beans and brocolli, 1/2 cup of rice, 3 wings, 2 cheese puff somethings, a slice of turkey, a helping of salmon, a 1/2 dozen or so clams, 4 king crab legs and an actually half crab (the crab and clams were actually intended for me, but I ended up feeding him all of it!!!!!), 1 spring roll, some kiwi and ice cream to top it all off! Holy cow! It is so hard to believe that a toddler can pack that much food away! You wouldn't even know it by looking at him! Crazy! (And, just to dispell any possible wonderings...he has no intestinal parasites that we are aware of...we cleared those tests back in the summer! Ha!)

Parenthood continues to be a journey. Jonatan is a sweet and gentle little guy. He is an absolute cuddle bug and has a love language that begs for time spent and touch. It is so very fun watching him grow and take in new things and experiences. He has a real desire to learn and is constantly investigating the things of our house and surrounding area. Walks around the block can take the better part of an hour because he is so fascinated with everything from hugging trees to smelling things like bushes that don't have much of a smell at this time of year! Too cute! He is a real socialite once he warms up to folks. We are finding that he enjoys sort of hanging back and taking things in when he first meets people, but typically warms up pretty quickly. He loves to talk, sing, jump, and play football and hockey these days. As for language learning, he has now mastered 1-5 in English and Spanish and is on his way to singing the alphabet in English and Spanish. One thing that has fascinated me with his development in this area is how intrigued he is when he sees letters on signs, shirts, cars, etc. He is quick to announce "There's the alphabet Papa/Mama!", and then will want to take the time to review letters (another reason why our walk around the block takes so long...realty signs are very intriguing these days! Smile.).

This will have to be a post to be continued...until then, ¡Buenas noches y Dios bendice!