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    28 August

    Splish Splash...How Was I To Know

    Check out the toes on this girl.  When we saw her in Washington, she would rub her little toes together when she didn't have socks on.  I thought it was so cute.  I have been doing this since my own "little sister", younger by 15 years was a baby and I would snuggle with her on the sofa.  She would rub her toes and feet together and fall asleep.  I found myself doing it and still do today if I am sitting with my feet up and am tired.  It is something that relaxes me. 
     
    What I think is even more cute about this picture, is Miss Sojo lounging in her floatie tube on the bed.  I am guessing MaMa and BaBa have sat her there hoping to have her entertain herself for a few minutes so they can finish packing up for the trip to the pool.  Check out the ankles crossed like she is quite the little lady.  Now that is my idea of relaxing.  Give me a "floatie" and a pool on a nice summer day and let me float off into total relaxation.  I am thinking once this little girl got to the pool, there was no relaxing.  Just a splishing and a splashing, laughter and oh so much fun. 
    23 August

    She Just Makes My Heart Sing

    All I have to do to smile and make my heart sing is look at a picture from our 4 week visit to Washington or check out my daughter's blog and see a new picture or utube video of Miss Sojo.  Today there was a utube video of Sojo in the swimming pool in this huge floatie tube.  Her Mama is splashing her hands to show Sojo how to do it.  She has this big ole grin on her face and her little hands are splashing.  You can just imagine how her little legs and feet are moving beneath the tube.  She looks like she is having a great time with her Mama and Baba in the pool.  They are taking her every other day because she enjoys it so much.  It is an indoor pool so maybe Gong Gong and I can take her too.  Won't that be a hoot! 
     
    Being a grand parent is such a joy.  Even from afar, with technology, we can share in the joy of her development and giggle and smile at her antics.  I remember writing letters to our children's grand parents on a weekly basis sharing with them each new discovery, challenge and event in the development of their grand children as they grew.  I often wondered if they thought we were "bragging" or if they delighted in hearing the news as much as we enjoyed sharing it.  We might have been bragging just a bit...parents delight in that.  However, my main reason for doing it was because we lived so far away (8 hours away by car...what I wouldn't give for that).  I wanted their grandparents to share in the joy of what we were experiencing.  We are so grateful that T&D want to share Sojo with us and send us blogs with all the tidbits and pictures and even videos.  And then there is Skype where we can actually see Miss Sojo, talk to her, blow her kisses and watch her blow them back.  We see her little smile, we hear her jibbering and we love her from afar and carry her in our hearts.  Someday soon, she will know that it is her Popo and Gong Gong on that computer screen and we will actually be carrying on a conversation with her.  Until then, we will settle for smiles, jibbers, screetches, giggles and kisses blown across the seas.
     
    Hugs and kisses comin' right at ya' Miss Sojo.  Um...mah! 
    22 August

    Yoga and Labyrinths

    I went to a yoga class today at a woman's house just a few miles from me.  Very convenient.  She also has about 7 labyrinths on her property.  The yoga class incorporated some Native American ideas and the Kundalini process for yoga.  Lots of stretching, breathing and relaxing.  I think I liked it.  Not real sure.  Lots of new age stuff that I had some problems with.  I am not much of a new age person.  I am looking for more Christian center to it.  Both in the yoga and the labyrinths.  I think I can handle the yoga though and plan to give it 3-6 weeks before I make a decision on whether to continue or not.  She has lots of Chinese yin and yang things going on with gongs, etc.  Too much for my liking.  However, the tai chi that she seemed to incorporate into the yoga class was interesting.  Balance in my body, mind and spirit do not always exist.  Especially, the body.  It was good to try it and discover that I can balance myself somewhat and maybe with practice, I can do it better.  I remember watching older people in China doing it in the streets, in parks...anywhere they could find a spot and always wondering how they could balance themselves like that.  The Kundalini process incorporates a lot of breathing and stretching.  I don't breathe right.  I don't think anyone does.  It is something I need to work on.  She talked about chakras and I really don't get that either.  The relaxing part, was great.  However, she had the weights on your chest and kept banging the gong and shaking a rainstick.  I couldn't quite relax with all that going on.  Maybe just some relaxing music.  Or, maybe she didn't want us falling alseep.  But, I will try it again.
     
    I was very interested in the Labyrinths.  I am leading a Labyrinth walk at the Benedictine Monastery for a group of women in our church in early September.  I love the Labyrinth.  It relaxes me, centers me and helps me deepen my relationship with God.  I breathe in and breathe out as I walk the Labyrinth.  I try to breathe God in and breathe God out and meditate about something I need help with, want to let go of or simply give thanks for.  My life is a path, a journey that I am on.  The Labyrinth is a path, a spiritual journey that I can take to discover a lot about myself.  It is a sacred space.  There is no right way or wrong way to walk a Labyrinth.  The way in, is the way out.  The Labrinth helps us find our way....unlike a maze that deliberately tries to confuse us and trap us within its walls.  A Labyrinth can be many things to many people.  For me, the deep Christian roots intrique me and help me accept it as a tool for prayer.  It dates back 4,000 years to a time during the Crusades when people were unable to make a pilgramage.  This became their pilgramage...their journey.  The more I walk the labyrinth, the more I love it...the more I learn about myself and my faith.  I enjoy listening to Gregorian Chant music while walking and praying.  I hope to build a Labyrinth in our side yard someday, so that I can walk it whenever I want.  For now, I can go to the yoga class a little early and walk one of the many that Linda has on her property.  She even has a funny one made in a floor from tiles that you ride a funny little car on....not for me....I prefer the ones outside where I know where I am going.  Although, this one was fun and I laughed.  I suppose there is a time and place for that as well.

    Why Blog?

    I have always loved writing and find that life gets in the way a lot and I don't do it as much as I wish I did.  This blog seemed a catalyst for me to begin writing again.  It all began when my daughter started a blog and it gave me the idea to do one too.  It seemed like a good way to pass the time while we waited for Miss Sojo to make her appearance and become the amazing part of our lives that she is.  Now, it seems a good way to post pictures and share just what she means to me.  I guess I hope that someday she will have an opportunity to read what I have written and know just how much she is loved and what kind of a person her grandmother is.  I hope that she will learn important things about me, her grandfather, uncles, etc.  I think we go through life really knowing very little about the people we love.  We don't know what makes them tick, why they believe what they do and why they might behave the way they do.  I hope that Sojo will understand us, know us and love us.  I hope and pray that she will share her life with us, so that we too, know and understand the person she will become. 
     
    My busy daughter is not blogging as often as before.  Moving to a new apartment, starting a new job, etc. keeps her busy.  Oh, and did I mention that she is a new mother too?  I guess she has a good excuse.  However, I am missing the newsy blog about Sojo and what she is up to and pics of her doing those things she is up to.  She is forgiven.  I check about 3-4 times a day to see if there is something new to sink my teeth into about that little girl.  Why I check 3-4 times a day is beyond me.  Afterall, I am either going to see them when I first get up because she has posted just before she goes to bed or I am probably not going to see anything at all.  Like right now, it is about 6:15 am and I am thinking that a blog entry is the last thing on her mind as she picks up that precious baby and smiles at her...changes her, dresses her, feeds her and enjoys a few minutes with her before she has to get herself ready and scurry out the door to catch the shuttle that takes her to work.  I am sure she is already out the door.  Maybe she needs to teach the nanny how to do it? 
     
    Check out the picture of the nanny who loves her and is teaching her lots of fun things. 
     
     
    20 August

    41 Years With The Man I Love

    How does one write about 41 years of marriage?  I sit here and find it hard to comprehend the idea of it.  I am not sure when I walked down that aisle 41 years and 3 hours ago that I even thought about what it meant.  I thought people married 25 years were ancient.  I was 20 years old and knew nothing about love.  I was in love with R, but didn't really know what that meant.  I am not sure you really do until you have lived a lifetime with someone.  Let me share a few memories and highlights.
     
    • I barely remember those early years...struggling financially while R went to school in Pittsburgh.  I worked full time and he worked part time while he went to school full time.  We barely saw one another.  He was in bed when I left in the morning.  He was at school or work when I got home.  By the time he got home from work, I was in bed because I had to get up early.  Somehow, we managed to move our way through those 18 months growing in our love and learning about one another.  We had our moments of romance, disillusionment and pure joy too.  When we had time together, we worked together...cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping.  We met friends and enjoyed get togethers for cards or "whiskey sours" (yuk!) or listening to a jazz musician named Harold Betters at a little jazz club called "After Hours" (I think).   
    • This was a trying time in the US...Viet Nam, the assasination of Martin Luther King.  Pittsburgh was in the middle of curfew the night we left for Dutchess County, NY.  We were worried that we would be stopped before we could get out of the city.  We were filled with anticipation and hope, while our country was in turmoil.  R was starting his job with "Big Blue" and I was pregnant with our first baby. 
    • After living in PA all my life, moving was an adjustment.  Making new friends was hard.  I was kind of shy and unsure of myself.  Preparing a nest for that baby was the highlight of those early days in NY.
    • A baby girl in November of 1968 was the most amazing thing.  I remember we had asked what Novembers were like.  We were assured that there would be no snow.  Well, guess what?  8 inches that night.  We had been out and had come home to the snow starting.  We played in the snow outside our apartment...throwing snow balls at one another and having a great time.  I was already 4 days late with this baby, so running around sounded like a good way to wake this baby up and make her want to come out into the world.  We went inside and had hot chocolate and donuts.  Big mistake...I later found that out.  Around 10 pm, I felt that first twinge and told R.  He quickly got the alarm clock, his writst watch and another watch to time the pains.  Within 20 minutes, he insisted I call the doctor who told us to drive on up to Poughkeepsie which was about 18 miles away.  As we drove our little VW Bug, we were making our tracks through the snow.  No plows were out.  Miss T made her appearance at 5:33 am the next morning, weighing in at 8 pounds and 19 1/2 inches long.  She was a cutie and we were in love.
    • 2 1/2 years later her brother made the scene.  He took a little longer to make his appearance and was a week late, weighing in at 8 pounds 15 ounces and was 21 inches long at at 7:39 pm.  He was a handsome little guy and we were in love again. I remember the nurses saying he was going to be someone important someday.... and he is.   
    • 7 years later we had another son.  Some might say because he was so much younger, that he was and "accident, a surprise or an after thought".  I think God knew all along we were going to want that third child in our lives.  We wanted another baby to love.  He was even later than his siblings and weighed in at a whopping 9 pounds 9 ounces and was 21 1/2 inches long at 11:59 am.  One long and tall guy.  We never doubted for a moment that a third child was exactly what our family needed.
    • 6 years later, we lost a child to miscarriage.  It was hard to understand.  Through time and prayer, we came to accept and know that somewhere a baby angel watches over all of us. 
    • These children grew and we moved to AZ .... disrupting our lives and theirs.  It was an adjustment leaving our home and friends.  We all made new friends and kept the old....what is it they say, "one is silver, the other gold."
    • Those children challenged us and forced us to grow.  They taught us about love, patience, endurance, joy, hope, fear, disappointment, acceptance, understanding, and pride.  They opened doors we had never seen and helped us widen our horizens.
    • We watched them grow into adults who will always be our children, but are now our friends too.  We enjoy being in their company and they continue to help us grow.
    • Our nest is empty and it is just the two of us.  Because our relationship has always been the most important thing in our lives together, we continue to grow.  We enjoy one another's company.  We have our own interests, but coming together to do something is still our number one priority and source of happiness. 
    • We are grandparents and a whole new side of life and love and joy is opened to us. 
    • We continue to learn about one another and grow in our love.  We continue to try to understand one another and respect one another.  We continue to do our best to be the support and encouragement the other one needs.  We fail sometimes...but, we keep trying.
    • God is the center of who we are and without that center...we could never have made it through these 41 years.  God has blessed us over and over and over again.  He does not allow us to be complacent.  He calls us to be more. 
    • I have tasted "love" and it is better than chocolate.  Thank you for 41 years.

     

     

    18 August

    Life, Faith and Sojo

    A while back my daughter described my blog to others as my musing on life, faith and Sojo.  I do tend to focus on that darling grand daughter of ours.  However, today I think I will focus on "faith".
     
    Our parish had a parish retreat this morning called: "Called and Gifted to be Apostles Today" or "We Are The Body of Christ".  My beloved husband and I are quite involved in our parish and not attending was not really an option.  Not because we were expected to be there, were told to be there or felt obligated to be there.  We truly believe that we were "called" to be there as members of our parish and as "the body of Christ".  Christ has no hands, no feet, no arms, no voice, but ours.  And yours. 
     
    I grew up thinking I really did not have much talent.  I thought God had pretty much passed me by when he was handing out gifts and talents.  I thought maybe I was invisiable and he just did not see me.  I was not musical.  I was not artistic.  I was not an athlete.  I was not the sharpest crayon in the box.  I was not little Merry Sunshine.  I was not the prettiest girl on the block.   I didn't know how to decorate a room or dress a doll.  I was just plain and ordinary.  Nothing special.  Just me.  If somone complimented me on something, I was always making excuses.  Everything from "oh, that old dress" to "oh, I had a lot of help with that".  At age 61, it amazes me that I can finally realize my gifts and know that God truly did hand me a lot of gifts and talents.  I don't have to be the sharpest crayon in the box.  Sometimes, a rounded edge is the best kind of crayon.  I don't have to be little Merry Sunshine.  Sometimes, people need honesty.  I don't have to have a talent for music to sing my heart out.  Plus, there are others who do all those things so much better than me and I can focus on what God meant for me to do.  For almost 41 years I have had a man in my life who has always seen what God sees in me every day.  That man helps me find my talents and encourages me to use them.  He helps me see my visionary skills, my administrative and management skills, my leadership skills.  Because he is always so encouraging to me and others, he has helped me be that to others.   It has taken a long time for me to see myself through his eyes and more importantly through God's eyes.  Everyday, God calls me to use those gifts and explore those gifts.  He calls me to be more.  He calls me to be the hands, the feet, the arms and voice.  Somtimes, I am all there might be for another person.  I can't sit back and minimize those gifts.  I am surrounded by blessings.  He blesses me over and over and over again.  I have a husband who loves me unconditionally and adores me on top of it.  I have three amazing grown children who teach me about love everyday.  I have a grand daughter who fills my heart up with love every time I think about her.  And that doesn't even count the rest of our family and our friends.  Nor does it count the good health we have at this time in our lives. 
     
    On the altar each Sunday we watch bread and wine turn into the body and blood of Christ.  Unless I am transformed into the person God sees me as, that is meaningless.   I need to see and recognize my gifts.  I need to point out and share the gifts of others with them.  I need to be the hands, feet, arms and voice of Christ.  I need to help everyone I know be the same.  Go out and be "the difference you wish to see in the world".   Mahatma Gandi 
     
    Last weeks Gospel of Luke 12:48  "From everyone to whom much has been given, much will be required; and from the one to whom much has been entrusted, even more will be demanded". 
     
    Check out the beauty around me today.  A butterfly on a Bird of Paradise bush at a friend's house.  And, that precious Sojo.
    17 August

    Laughter and Love

    Wow!  I cannot get over how quickly a baby changes.  We left Washington only 3 weeks ago and I swear Sojo has changed so much.  She changes every time we see her.  T & D call us via Skype weekly and we get to see her; and T blogs at least 2 to 3 times a week with pictures.  Every time I see a picture of her, I see changes.  Her hair has grown, she looks bigger, she can do so many things she could not do just 3 weeks ago.  She is walking, with help of mama or baba holding her hand.  She puckers and kisses.  She blows kisses.  She says quack, quack and duck and baba too.  She loves to chatter and jibber.  She loves to bang on board books and anything else she can bang on.  She loves music.  Still no sign of teeth, but things are starting to go into her mouth.  She is a typical 10 month old...ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE AND LOVEABLE. 
     
    Check out the pictures, which I have to download from the ones T sends since we have no new ones of our own.  The bed head one is just too cute.  After a night of tough love and letting her cry, she slept 10 hours.  The look on her face says it all, "don't even think about talking to me until I have had my first bottle".  The sunglasses are Ms. Josie Cool. 
     
    We are counting the days until we can jet on over to see Sojo and her wonderful parents.  We cannot wait to hold her again and watch her change and grow daily in person.  I am afraid that each time we leave her is going to be more difficult than the last.  I am trying real hard to live in the present and be thankful for the blessings that surround me.  I am trying not to look at the things I do not have.  I want to be able to visit Sojo as much as we can, celebrate the time we have and cherish the memories of those times together.  I don't want to get caught up in the distance and time we are apart.  I pray for the strength to do that.  I want her to know how much we cherish being with her.  I don't want her to grow up thinking about the tears I shed.  I want her to remember the laughter and love.   
    08 August

    Teeth and Retainers

    Unless one has just popped through, Sojo does not have any teeth yet.  She will be 10 months old tomorrow.  According to some standard I read, babies usually get their teeth sometime between the age of 6 months and 12 months, so Sojo is right on target (so far). 
     
    Let's go back a few years...like 38 years, 36 years and 29 years to when her MaMa and JoJo's got their teeth.  They were each 5 months.  Obviously early by standards.  Of course...our children are "advanced".  Anyway...I thought it was great at the time.  However, I found out that early baby teeth meant losing them early and permanent teeth coming in earlier and braces earlier and WOW!  They were all in braces early...having to have teeth extracted because there wasn't room for all of their permanent teeth.  They had inherited their Dad's big teeth and my small jaw.  Having braces in early meant it was harder to get them to brush their teeth, etc.  They didn't want these braces afterall...it was their father and I who wanted them.  So, it meant a bit of calcification on one or two, braces coming off early, fighting them to wear retainers.  Who would have thought being a good parent would be so hard.  By the time "M" came along, I thought I had it all figured out.  I made him wear his retainer until he graduated from high school.  To prove it...I just found 4 containers in a bathroom drawer.  Three had retainers and one had some sort of mouth guard that one of the boys must have worn during some sport or other.  Now, remember the ages of these kids...38, 36 & 29.  Why on earth do I still have their retainers in a bathroom drawer?  What was I thinking... I could pass them down to someone?  Surely, I have looked in there and cleaned it a few times in the last 20 years.  Well, today they went in the trash.  I figured if my grand daughter is about to get teeth, it is time for me to forget about my own children's teeth. 
     
    I am sure by the next time we see Sojo she will be sporting a tooth or two and her smile will be even sweeter than before.  I am sure her parents will be diligent and have her brushing her teeth, taking her to the dentist on a regular basis in a year or two and eventually, if needed will spring for the big bucks for braces.  I can only pray that Sojo will be happy about that and will brush her teeth, not eat sweets or drink sugared drinks and when the time comes, will wear her retainer as long as necessary.  And being the minimalist that her parents try to be, I am sure they will not keep her retainers in a drawer for 20 years.  Since they move every few years, maybe they will leave it behind some year.  Or, maybe dentistry will have advanced enough that braces will somehow be unnecessary.
     
    By the way...all three of those kids have beautiful smiles.  Now look at a beautiful smile of that Miss Sojo.
     
     
    07 August

    Lavender, Lavender, Lavender

    I have loved lavender for years.  I love the smell.  I love to buy lavender lotions and potions.  When I get a massage, I love to have the aromatherapy with lavender.  I put oils in my bath and lotions on my skin.  I swear, if I do this and take one last smell of it just before I go to bed, I sleep better.   My son-in-law loves to tease me about that. 
     
    The first year we went to Washington (for T & D's wedding), we discovered the largest Lavender Festival in the country is held just a short drive north on the peninsula.  Woo...hoo...I was thrilled.  We were able to make time for it and I fell in love with it.  It has become an annual tradition.  Take note...the third weekend of July in a town calle Sequim (pronounced squim).  My beloved husband went the first two years and I think actually enjoyed it.  However, this year he said that he would go if no one else would go with me.  I guess he had tired of it.  There is a big street fair in the town and then you can visit various farms and see, smell and buy lots of lavender, as well as other crafts, food and music.  It was Sojo's first Lavender Festival and I think she thoroughly enjoyed herself.  She rode in her stroller or in the Baby Bjorn with her Mojo.  She loved touching the lavender ... we were careful of the bees.  She loved the music too. Her BaBa would have too.  Mojo went because his other choice with his one arm would have been riding in a golf cart with his Dad and Brother-in-law.  He might not admit it, but I think he enjoyed it too.  YiYi Cathy was along and I know she enjoyed it. 
     
    As I think about taking a lavender bath, drinking lavender camomille tea and just relaxing...take a look at some pics of that sweet baby girl enjoying lavender for the first time.
     
     
    06 August

    Blessings Upon Blessings

    Without a doubt, this little girl is a blessing to all of us who have had the good fortune to have her touch our lives.  We will be forever changed in only good ways because of her in our lives.  Our hearts are bigger and our world is bigger too. 
     
    While still in Sojo's Province of her birth, one of the options given to adoptive parents is to attend a blessing ceremony in a Buddhist Monastery.  T & D decided to do this.  Although you will find other religions:  Taoism, Islam, Lamas, Dongba, Christianity, including Catholism in the Yunnan Province, most of China is Buddhist.  So, changes are Sojo's biological family are Buddhist.  They thought Sojo should have a Buddhist blessing.  It was a beautiful ceremony where the Buddhist Monk took a small leaf dipped in perfumed water and sprinkled it on her while giving her a blessing.
     
    Since one can never have too many blessings, T & D asked us to bring some holy water up from our church.  Gong Gong also had some holy water from the Jordan River when he had traveled to Israel a number of years ago.  We took a bottle of both along with us as well as a sea shell that we had found on the beach in Mexico the weekend T & D were picking Sojo up.  On our last day in Washington, we walked down to the meditation pond and while D and Sojo sat on a bench, T, Jojo and Yiyi were listening and taking pictures, as Gong Gong blessed her with the holy water from both places in the sea shell.  He touched her eyes, her ears, her mouth, her heart, her hands and feet as I read a blessing that I had written:
     

    We are all holy people –

    This is holy ground – we are standing on holy ground.

    For wherever God is – is holy –

     And, wherever we are –

    God is there.

     

    We are blessed to be here –

    We are blessed to be a part of this family.

    As we touch this small child’s head

    With holy water from another holy place,

    May she know that this is just the beginning

     Of her holy and spiritual journey through life.

     

    May she be blessed with words of kindness in her life –

    May she see light to guide her on her path on this earth beneath her feet–

    May she be blessed with sunshine to warm her body –

    Rain to wash away any sorrow –

    Wind to soothe any pain –

     And always, always –

     Love to nourish her throughout her life. 

    May her faith and spirituality

     Be an adventure that she shares with others.

      May this blessing be only one of the many,

    That will be a part of all,

    That makes her the precious gift of love, she is to each of us.

     

    Sojo, we bless you in the name of

    The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit.

    Amen

     

     

    The meditation pond was a perfect place for the blessing and we felt so blessed that T & D asked us to do this.  What a gift to be able to bless this holy child and know that she is and forever will be a part of who we are.  Our only prayer is that we can be present to her in positive and encouraging ways throughout her life.  We pray that we will have the time to make a difference in her life in small and important ways.  We thank God for the gift of Sojo in our lives.

     

     

     

    05 August

    Leaving On A Jet Plane...Again

    Wow...it seems we just got back from WA and now we have booked a flight to China to see our little Sojo already...thanks to our generous daughter and son-in-law.  A 40th anniversary present to us.  It was last year when we all thought a baby would be on board.  Now we know why...Sojo wasn't even born.  Aren't we the lucky ones? We will get to celebrate her first birthday with her.  How much better does life get?
     
    We chatted on Skype again today and she was smiling the entire time.  I think, still curious as to why we were behind glass and she couldn't touch us.  We wish we could reach out and touch her too.  Soon...very soon.
     
    The picture is of our pigtail girl.  "T" puts them in her hair and I guess this is quite the China thing for little girls.  Is she cute, or what?  Oh my...be still my heart.  It is hot and muggy in Shanghai and she is sporting pigtails and sundresses.  How cute is that? 
     
    The "E" family has two cats...one crazy one and one almost crazy from what we hear.  We remember Asia from when we were thre 3 years ago.  She was a little skitish...the new one is even more so.  Sojo wants to be friends and touch them and love them and play with them.  They want none of it and she doesn't understand why not.  Life is rough when you are 10 months old and the rest of the world, just doesn't get it.  Grand parents on computers, cats who don't want to play, parents who want you to sleep through the night and eat funny foods.  I can relate Sojo.  Give them time and they will all come around. 
     
    Have a wonder filled day...
     
     
    04 August

    Missing Her So Very Much

    Just got off line with T and Sojo on Skype.  Too much fun chatting with her.  We think she wanted to jump into the computer.  I really think she knew who we were and couldn't quite figure out why she could not touch us or why we didn't take her into our arms.  We wanted to jump into the computer ourselves.  We were wishing we could devise some science fiction machine to do that.  I guess we will just have to wait for the time to jump a jet plane to Shanghai to see her in person.  We hope to go over and be there for her first birthday.  We can see already that she is changing and we are missing so much.  We are so grateful for the 4 weeks we spent with her and knowing that she sees us and actually seems to know who we are on the screen means so much to us.  We are blessed. 
     
    The picture was an early shot when we first arrived in WA.  She has the socks on her hands because she scratches herself, due to eczema, which is much better and hardly a problem at all.  She isn't wearing her socks on her hands hardly at all. 
     
    She is wearing cute little sundresses now, since it is hot and humid, rather than cold and rainy.  Our weather is much the same and sundresses and swimming pools sound inviting.  By the time we see her, it will be turning  cool again.  Whatever the weather...it will be sunny in our hearts when we are with her.  She is pure sunshine.  
    03 August

    Catching Up With Miss Sojo or What's It Like Being a Grand Parent

    Blogging has not been easy these past 5 weeks.  Dial Up is less than acceptable these days and with three people wanting to use it each day, it was not easy.  Plus, who wanted to leave Sojo to go to the computer? 
     
    From the moment we met her, she captured our hearts and is hanging on even though we are no longer with her.  I will attempt to blog each day and catch up on all she is to us.
     
    All of my friends told me how wonderful being a grandmother (PoPo) would be.  I knew it would be.  It was something I had dreamed of and thought of and wished and dreamed and prayed for what seemed forever.  I did not however, even imagine just how much a little person could take my heart and fill it with a love greater than anything I have ever known.  Oh, I love her grandfather (Gong Gong) and I love her MaMa and her JoJo's.  But, a grand child is something totally different.  Not more or less...just so different and so special.   Could it be that I am older, wiser and not so concerned with being right or wrong?  Heck, I didn't even care if I had taken my morning shower or had my hair done or my makeup on.  Eee gads...the pictures showed that and I did have a few minutes of remorse about that.  Yet, who cares...I'm a grand mother and Sojo didn't care if my hair was done or my age spots showed.  She just wanted me to hold her, snuggle her, cuddle her, play with her, make her laugh, make funny faces and funny noises with her...she just wanted my love.
     
    Let me show you a couple pictures of that precious little one and the face of love.