The 8th Birthday.
Today Rosie turned eight years old.
Can you believe it has been that many years since she was born?
Once, I found myself 19 and pregnant and not knowing what the future would hold. Then I found myself 19 and married. What a trip that has been.
But now, here we are. Eight years later!
Tomorrow we’re having a cookout for Rosie’s birthday. Tomorrow night we are meeting with the pastor of the Ukrainian church, nicknamed the secret agent of medicine, to discuss some things. I’m not sure exactly what, he just sent word that we should meet with him. Tiny bit nervous…
Misha also has a birthday coming up this week. He will be seven. Our Ukrainian friends have two children in their family with birthdays this weekend too! They invited us over for a big celebration.
Some of us really enjoy celebrating.
Here’s Misha blowing out candles on his awesome ice cream cake. Vita made it. The cake had layers of ice cream sandwiches stuck together with caramel, and then crunched up Reese’s on top.
I wish milk didn’t make me so sick. I could have eaten large, large amounts of Misha’s cake!
The man standing to the left of Misha is named Ruslan. He’s the brother in law of Vita, who made the cake.
It was also Isaac’s 6th birthday. Ruslan’s son.
And Simona’s 7th birthday, Ruslan’s daughter.
This is Ali, always laughing. He’s from Azerbaijan, he speaks Russian and married one of the daughters in the Ukrainian family. That’s his daughter Abigail who Ada absolutely adores. She’s about a year younger than Ada. Tyler is standing in the background.
My birthday girl!
Abigail asking for cake. Vita, her mother, is cutting it.
Baby Suleiman, son of Vita and Ali, being held by BaBa Galina. Galina is the mother of eight children including Vita. She’s the matriarch of this sweet family. Misha and Mariana LOVE her.
Henry snagged Abigail’s piece of cake while she went to the potty. Clearly he knew he needed to practice for his first birthday next month. (!!!!!)
Mariana refused to leave the couch the entire time, of course. She had to be coaxed in the door by Galina! Finally she smiled a little when they gave her a few presents. Even though it wasn’t her birthday, she still got some gifts.
They even gave Rosie gifts!
Tanya and Ruslan’s youngest daughter. So cute!
This is Simona, who is also Tanya and Ruslan’s daughter. Her brother Philip is behind her and he was loudly saying, “Who got her a candle? Do they want to cause a house fire??” Hahahaha!
You know, it’s strange how these things happen. We’ve only known this Ukrainian family for a few weeks yet it seems as if we’ve known them forever. I love all of them! They are the kindest people I have ever met.
It’s weird, usually I am socially awkward, but I feel so comfortable around all of them. Something with us just clicked.
We met them at Ukrainian church, and it was entirely random. Henry started crying during the service so I went to sit in the lobby. Galina started talking to me in Ukrainian, and we had a good laugh when I explained that I wasn’t Ukrainian at all. Then she was interested in hearing about Misha and Mariana, and meeting Andrii the chaperone, so she invited us to lunch at her house. That was that!
It had to be divine providence. How funny that I would pray desperately for friends and then I find them this way. Unexpected blessings that come from hosting these kids. So many unexpected blessings.
One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody. The miracle is not that we do this work, but that we are happy to do it. (Mother Teresa)