Our life raising JR, our adopted miracle from Kazakhstan.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Crying in my wonton soup
Tonight, JR and I had take-out Chinese for dinner, as Dad was off to a work colleague's birthday party. There we were, hanging out at the kitchen table, slurping our wonton soup and discussing such important topics as whether he should eat his rice with a spoon or with his fingers, when the little guy announced, "Mom, you fill my heart up."