Watching the clock. Seeing the minutes quickly slip through your fingers. Soon, way to soon, he would be gone. And life would be flipped upside down once again.
We stayed up late, telling him all the things we needed to tell him before it was too late. "We love you. You are special. We are praying for you. You are such a good boy. God loves you more than you know."
In the middle of it all we asked him if he would like to move to Canada? And he answered with a confident "Yes!".
We joked and giggled. Soaking in his million dollar smile and laugh. Enjoying him, holding onto him. Soon he would be gone.
And all to soon it was time for bed. The good-byes began. Hugs were given. A crying boy was tucked into his bed one last time. He refused to go to sleep. Refused to lay down. We turned on some music and slowly the voice talking to us in Russian faded.
4am hit and we were up again. Instantly the tears were on his face. We loaded up his stuff and headed out. Thankful that the tears stopped quickly and Ruslan began to perk up a bit. We got to the airport, found the other families and children. It all happened so quickly. They were checked in and we found ourselves at security. Ruslan hugged Papa one last time, eyes squeezed shut. And than he was gone.
There was nothing we could do about it.
There is an empty spot in our family that wasn't there at the beginning of the summer. In time that spot will close again as life moves on. We have each other and a schedule that keeps getting busier.
However Ruslan does not. And that thought is overwhelming. We are okay, but we have no way to know if he is or not.
We are processing. We are praying. This summer was more than we ever thought it would be. And it all happened so very quickly.
Please continue to pray that God will provide a family for Ruslan. Currently he does not have anyone committed to him and every day he spends with out the guidance of a family is one to many.