I know it is Christmas now in Russia. I don't know what Christmas means in the orphanage where you live, Isaiah. Do people celebrate? Are there special treats or music? Or is it like any other day?
So I pray for a Christmas miracle. For God to impress upon the hearts and minds of a family somewhere that their life is not complete without you.
Tonight I held my little extra chromosome guy extra close. He is so sweet, fighting a cold, in his Christmas jammies, with no idea of what the morning will bring. What joy he will have. What joy all of us will have!
May Isaiah -- and many other orphans -- experience the joy of family next year. This is my simple, humble Christmas prayer.