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Warning. . .

If you cry at Hallmark commercials, you need to have your tissue ready!  I went to school today to have a "team" meeting for Tiki.  He has a "teaching team" that consists of the principal, his teacher, the school counselor, the school psychologist, the ESL teacher and a couple of other "team" teachers.  We meet every six weeks to go over Tiki's academic and behavior progress.

This isn't about that meeting (he is doing VERY well by the way).  It is about an assignment they showed me.  Keep in mind that Tiki has been in my life for two years and two days.  He came to me without speaking English.  As far as I know, he had a limited knowledge of Jesus.  He had NO family.


It says, "First, I am thankful for Jesus because he made me.  Then I appreciate my brother, Dax.  Next, I am thankful for my mom.  Finally, I give thanks for my Dad.

Bring on the tears.  I set in the meeting a cried like a baby.  First of all, his writing has gotten so much better.  But more importantly, what he wrote.  I am still blown away!  What a great gift this was to me!

Comments

JustJess said…
Jamie Jo, So thrilled for you and for the work the Lord is displaying in sweet Tiki. Thanks, also, for showing us a glimpse of your life. Love, love, love the picture!
Created 4 Him said…
Tiki is absolutely priceless! I'm gratefully tearful that God is drawing Tiki to Himself. How beautiful it is that He loves on those without and becomes a gracious Father to them (us!).
Well done, Mom.
Mark Hubbard said…
How sweet is this?! Way worse than a hallmark commercial...what beautiful sentiments.
Mark and Megan said…
ooops sorry I was signed in as my husband. Not some creepy guy stalking your blog, just another blogging mama.
Love this! How precious! what a gift they are to you and what a gift you are to them. Blessings, Kristy from www.apronsandapples.blogspot.com

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