I just wanted to let you know that you are beautiful, little brother. At night, I lie in bed beside you and study your face. Low, wide-bridged nose, beautiful carved-of-wood-like-eyes, those precious, soft cheeks. Your eyes look like they have no eyelids-just eyes and the skin above them. You also look like you're wearing eyeliner. If there ever was a pretty boy, it was you.
You've grown out of calling me "Jiejie," sadly. :) I like how you say everything just a bit different than how it's supposed to be said. You have an altered version of the English language which we have slowly figured out and can now speak pretty fluently! I nuv you!
You're a cutie pie, and you're so sweet. You always want to sleep in my bed and "keep me warm," reasoning that "daddy can keep mama warm." Sometimes I'm pretty and mama's beautiful, and sometimes mama's pretty and I'm beautiful. It changes from day to day!
I can't imagine your sweet face lying in an orphanage crib. I'm glad you're here with us! Thank you, God!
I love you, Luke.