And Then He was EIGHT

Birthdays abound at our home from just days

 before Christmas until the end of March.

And there is a period of 7 weeks where 6 

of the kids have birthdays. 

Well this little guy, that many of you prayed home, 

has now turned EIGHT

{where in the world have the last four years gone?}.

On Isaiah's birthday, 

I went to peek to see if he was awake yet....

he shares a room with Graham and Elijah.... 

and I found Isaiah he already sitting up in his bed

waiting!

His smile when he saw me peek in was priceless.

He could not wait to celebrate his special day.....

{That's his Spiderman book bag that Emma 

made him hanging behind him.}

His request for breakfast?

Chocolate chocolate chip muffin, so I found a recipe on the internet and doctored it up with a little fiber {our colons all thanked us}...

There is a not a day that goes by that we don't 

see Isaiah's tender heart. 

We often find him laying on the ottoman beside

 Ruby whispering to her or gently kissing her cheek.

He prays with such sincerity, we often shake our heads at the grown-up things he includes in his prayers.   He sounds like an adult most of the time.  Outspokenly passionate for the orphan, he remembers all too well.  His story painful.  

BUT GOD.

Such a good plan for our little treasure.  A miracle rescue that only God could orchestrate.  And as I've said before, if you ask Isaiah what God can do....he quickly responds:  "He can move the mountains!  He moved them for me to come home!"

Would you join me in wishing our precious mountain-got-moved-by-Amighty-God-miracle a very happy 8th birthday?

{Come on lurkers - even you can do it!}