When Vova was born, his mom began to count his fingers – 1,2,3,4,… 11! Surely, there was more than enough! Then she counted his little toes – 1,2,3,4,5,… 12!
“God is generous,” comments Vova.
You can see this happy fellow’s baby picture in the beginning of this blog. There he looks just like a tiny elf in Inge’s arms. Now he is couple years old and solid muscle. He trains by spinning on his stomach, with his hands and feet up in the air or in the baby-walker, rolling wildly in circles. When they figure out name for this rolling sport, you will see him in the Olympics.
Vova has a reason to smile. In the beginning of the year he moved up to our ward at the orphanage. Before he lived in a ward where the children are not expected to learn anything. They are doomed to a life of dreariness, laying in their cribs in silence, waiting for their next meal and a clean diaper. There is no one to hold them, to enjoy them, there is no one to sing to them, or to see God in them. But someone saw his potential. Someone looked into those bright eyes and decided to give him a chance. I think he is taking it all in. He learned to crawl in less than two months and now he can already walk leaning against the sides of the crib. And where did he learn to smile like that? I think he has had some secret friends, heavenly warriors, smiling at him all along.
Sylvi
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