Growing up I had two little brothers. Those brothers still exist today, one is 14 and sassy and becoming a man and the other is 8 and crazy and loud.
They’ve been around for my whole life but when I was in my 17th year of life, I started to accumulate more and more brothers and sisters.
These kids were the kids we welcomed into our orphanage. There have been 17 new brothers and sisters in my life in the past two years. Some of them I have known extremely well, some of them are a bit distant from me because I live so far away and I love them all with the same wild and fierce love that I love my biological brothers with.
I feel so lucky to have so many people to love. I feel lucky to have such a big family and blessed that I get to be apart of everyone of their lives.
But today doesn’t feel like a lucky day.
Today, I am sad and I’m learning that it’s okay to be sad in public sometimes and today is one of those days.
Today, my one-year-old little sister got taken away and my heart is broken. There’s a whole back story into why she was taken away from us but I don’t want to get into that, I just want to write about my sister.
I only really got to know your for two weeks, that isn’t a long time. And yes, maybe you weren’t the biggest fan of me and that’s fair, you had no idea who I was.
I had fun with you, Yuri. You are such a sweet girl. Full of smiles and that cute little chuckle.
You know eight words and they melt my heart every time you say them.
You sleep with your eyes open, you love riding around in your big stroller and pushing other people in your little one. You love the cats and try to hold them despite their desperate protests. You love cuddling and just being near people.
For a one-year-old, you’re so good at loving people.
You help calm people down if they’re crying and give them kisses if they’re hurt. You give hugs and smiles that could heal any wound.
Yes sometimes you can be gross, like the time you peed while walking down the hallway naked or them time you stuck your hand in your diaper to reveal that you had pooped.
We thought we’d have you forever, Yuri. But sometimes things change unfortunately so in that case, here are some things I want you to grow up knowing.
You are loved widely and oh, so deeply. You have people all throughout Peru, Canada and the US that love you and want you to succeed. You are loved by our little family more than you could ever imagine and most of all you are loved and known by the maker of your heart. He loves you and knows you deeper than any human could and I pray that you grow up knowing that.
I hope you hear the words, “I love you” every day.
I hope someone reminds you that you’re so, so beautiful.
I hope someone encourages you and reminds you that you are capable of anything.
I hope you know Jesus intimately and fully.
I hope you have a relationship with Him and that you walk with Him daily.
We miss you, Yuri, and because of that, my greatest hope is that we meet again some day.
All of our love forever,