Right away, E felt the urgency to get pictures for his poster, so the grandparents obliged his request. On the way he said,
"Don't you think my birth mom should be on the picture too?"
This is Etienne's birth mom with a big, pink heart. The convo in Hobby Lobby went something like this:
Blake: "E! Your dark chocolate skin is from her! You need these markers."
(The flavors started 2 yrs ago with the boys. E is dark chocolate, Zeke is caramel, Molly is mango-peach flavored, I am blonde, Blake is vanilla and Daddy is Neapolitan. Just kidding, for some reason Dad doesn't have a flavor. Poor him.)
E: "Yes! And my eyes need to be black. Can we just use this licorice?" Giggles from the peanut gallery.
Everyone got involved in the poster making. Ryan and I helped Etienne lie out the "story" of the day that we brought him home. While I will always treasure that moment, telling him last night about that sweet day was also poignant. We pointed out to E and Zeke the little airport symbol on the Rwanda map that he had glued down. Then we set down a picture of Nyanja, our Rwanda "Auntie" that was responsible for coordinating dossiers, referrals and everything adoption related in country. She will always be a part of the story. We told the them that she "helped God get us to our boys."
Than we found a picture of Mama and Daddy right as they were seeing E and Zeke for the first time. We thought it would be cool for the boys to see our expressions in the family story. Sort of a substitute for those stereotype exhausted, hospital clad new parent pics. So overrated.
And than this picture of him with his forever family.
The rest of his poster had photos of Ranger, the grandparents and Laurel. Molly did some fancy third grade style bubble letters and Blake attempted briefly to assist with gluing. There will be many, many school projects and family trees that pull at our heart strings. We will navigate this unscripted territory and I know that each time may sometimes lead to more emotions and more dysfunction (this was followed by some lying that led to a late night). That's okay. That's where grace comes in. That's where our family's life is deeper, richer and never, ever mundane.
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