** Dimitar or Meetay as he is called by the staff will be named Tobias Jordan. Toby for short. He is quite the character. The carers referred to him several times as being very "advanced" for a child with ds. He is very mechanical and he can tie. He is a little dictator and he chatters constantly in Bulgarian although even they can't understand much of what he says. He is in a class with other children during the week and he can write and he figured out which buttons made the music on the toys I took and remembered all week. He would push the letters of the alphabet toys I took and repeat the letter sounds even though the toys were in English. He would look at me when I would say something to him in English and throw his hands out as if to say "what is wrong with you? You talk strangely" then he would chatter something to our atty. and look back at me. It was so funny. He is very active! I showed him pictures of us in a family album that I left with his orphanage director and he studied each picture and looked at each picture and pointed as I told him who everyone was. He was very excited by the picture of Zack. He would look at all of Zack's pictures and imitate the facial expressions that Zack had in the photos. He is very drawn to music and as soon as music plays he stops and starts dancing or swaying with his hand up. He would go to the door and wave at me every day and say "chow"! He has a mischievous side as well! he will do something naughty and we would tell him to stop and he would look at the corner and point to try to get us distracted. He is such a great little boy!**
To think that we almost didn't "see" him. I was looking at girls. I already knew Talia was ours. I felt it before I saw her sweet face. I saw her profile information weeks before her photo was available. I was asking about other girls available where she was. I was studying the profiles of girls but none of them felt right. I wasn't even considering boys. But there he was all along. He was in the same orphanage that Talia had been in before she was transferred at age 7. And he was due to be transferred as well. So I prayed about him. God? Really? A boy? Really? Could we? Should we? I always knew we would adopt another son but I thought he would come from Africa or Ethiopia or maybe even foster care again. That was later... or so I thought. So I prayed over the decision for several days. It was not as dramatic as the call to adopt Talia. That was very urgent and emotional and tinged with (for lack of a better word) 'fear' for her. With Tobias it was subtle and very sweet and gentle. It was a growing certainty that this was indeed God and we could and should adopt him as well. It actually surprised me at how once Mike and I decided to pursue him, I started thinking about boy beds and toys and having another little man around. With each of my birth children I knew what I wanted. With Michael I wanted that first son... With Pamela I wanted a girl and I actually got upset when the doctor told me she was a boy... Doctors can be wrong! With Patience I thought I wanted a boy but I am SO glad she is a girl! I can't imagine if she had been a boy! It is like that with my Tobias. I thought I wanted another girl but I can't imagine how different our lives would be without him. GOD is GOOD! And every time I say my sons name it will be an acknowledgement of that! Happy Birthday Toby! We love you It won't be long now!
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