The Baby is Coming!

leah'swater broke! I leave in a few hours to fly down to Texas. I can't wait to meet my niece. I'm a first time Aunt. Wahooooo.
This is their first baby, please pray for them, and for Annerson. Pray for a smooth and beautiful delivery and beginning together as a family.

Swallowed Whole

How I feel this this week.

Lightning Strikes.

We were hit by lightning last night which made all kinds of electrical stuff go haywire. Long story short I am once again without a computer:(

On a positive note, our intercom system/ stereo now works again. It stopped working three years ago after a major storm. We even had an electrician come and look at a few years ago. He didn't know how to fix it. So there it sat broken for years until last night when the lightning struck our house.

Bizarre!

False Panic

Pictures were backed up after all.

I learned a lesson.

Gone

I just got my computer back and ALL my pictures are completely wiped. Gone. All of them. Everything from Africa, the twins, Emmanuel, Marion all those memories gone. Two years worth of our life in pictures. Gone. I'm attached to so very little of this earth, but to lose my pictures feels like I lost a whole heck of a lot.

Accountability,Submission and Deception

My computer has been down for awhile. I finally managed to borrow a laptop from my hubby.

Have you ever noticed when you make a commitment, adversity strikes hard. Sometimes by outside distraction, family emergency, finances and sometimes by your own doing. I have been experiencing all of them. By far the most brutal one is when you, yourself get in the way.

But man does it feel great when you stand up and fight whether it be yourself, your circumstances, criticism or well meaning family. Fighting for me is usually in the form of submission. Submission to God and what he has asked of me. Or not submitting, to things like my feelings. My feelings come and go, they are never constant, they can get me in trouble, they can deceive me. Half the time I don't feel like getting up, what good would it do me to listen to them. You know? Submission is strength. Too bad people have it backwards.

A couple of weeks ago, I was stressed about going to talk to hospitals about Gadese. I even wrote a post that claimed today is the day. Well it wasn't and neither was the next. It wasn't until the third day that I understood. For those two days that I was unaccountable to what I said I was going to do, I was a crabby lady. I was in a foul mood, easy to anger. I would try to blame it on this or that, but the truth is I was going by my feelings and used fear as an excuse to not be accountable and not listen to God. In turn I paid for it. So, on that third day I went and talked to a hospital and a few days later another one. It was amazing how good I felt. A week later I listened to God and wrote a letter explaining Gadese and her history, and I drove it that moment to the hospital. I walked in and was told I was lucky I was bringing it in at that time. They were actually reviewing applications for financial assistance that day and if I wouldn't have brought it in, they wouldn't have reviewed it for a month. Hello! Praise God! A week later I got a call from the hospital and guess what? The man said this is the first time in the history of the hospital this has ever happened and they were wanting to cover all her hospital costs for the rest of the year!!!!!!!!!! Wow! what a huge blessing. Now the only thing that I still need to pay for is her physician. I have the 4 thousand from selling my car, so I'm hoping that it will cover it.

Another commitment I made was a year ago. I committed to myself and Brandi that I was going to run the half marathon in January. Can I just say, I hate to run and am in terrible shape. Even with that said, I have always wanted to know what it was like to cross a finish line. I'm going to be 36 next month and I'm not getting any younger. I made that commitment before I travelled to Africa and brought home 2 very sick toddlers and added them to my other 4 kiddos. It was also before I was sick for months with Thyphoid fever, Hep A, Tissue parasites and Reiter's syndrome from my trip to Africa. It was before the doctor told me I could plan a full recovery in 9 months. Do you see where I'm going? For months I've used my health, my family, myself to reason me out of my commitments. It would be easy to bow out, everyone would understand, right? No! I only have 4 months to take me from not being able to walk a mile to running 13 in under 13 min per mile. Can it be done? I don't know, but I'm going to find out. Monday was my first day of training. I told myself I would go to the gym at 8:00am. Don't you know that was the night the kids were up all night crying. I was tired, but I dragged my butt there. I ran 2 miles and worked out, then later in the day I went on a 4 mile walk. The next day I couldn't move. Tues. I did nothing. Wednesday I again went at 8:00am in spite of not sleeping and a puking kid. How do I feel now? Great. I can't wait for tomorrow. They say it takes 30 days until you form a habit. Bring it!

Today was also my first day of home schooling McKayley and Faith. Jace started 7th grade today. The toddlers are now on their 6th day of going to the bathroom on the floor or potty training.



So, I'm trying to stay out of my own way, submit to God's plan, and not submit to how I feel at the moment. Because no matter what you are trying to accomplish you will be met with adversity. Embrace it. Everyday, choices come our way. What are we going to do? The easy thing or the right thing. Everytime I have chosen to not choose what's easy, I am blessed.

1, 2, and 3

All three of my toddlers are now wearing underwear. And man I'm exhausted. Every 15 minutes someone was either using the potty, needing to be wiped, cleaning the potty or having our ritual flushing of the pee or poo while saying, "goodbye".

Over all though it was a huge success. No accidents and only one kid is terrified of putting their poo in the potty. Can you guess which one?

Also, where on earth can I buy panties that will fit Xia? Her panties are ridiculously huge:)

Down to the River

Zoo, Ice Cream, Kisses and Family

On Saturday we went to the the St. Louis Zoo and spent the day with my dad, step momma, bother Bobbie(17), sister Maggie(15) and her friend. Even though they only live two hours away, we don't get to see them very often. So, it was such a treat to spend that time with them. The St. Louis zoo is by far one of my favorite Zoo's. It is FREE.


How Many kids can I fit in the Stroller?


I Love this Kid!


Nothing like sticky sweet kisses from Xia.




The family.

Getting Ready.

I finally did it! I bought my homeschool stuff. It was surprisingly stressful and yet fun at the same time. The excitement around here is growing. The girls got their learning space ready. They had so much fun. They planned out the school day and even library day. It was so rewarding to see them actively engaged in the process. I appreciate everyone's advice on curriculum. I ended up getting a lot of different things. I'm looking forward in the next few months to identify what will or won't work for the girls. I can see how easy it would be to get bogged down in particular styles, methods and curriculum. There are so many resources out there.

Here's what I got:

English/Social Studies-I have heard great things about unit studies. I like the idea of branching out to other areas from a main topic. So I'm going to do the Little House on a Prairie. I'm excited to learn how to make butter,and read some great books.
For Science- We are going to do Apologia. I ordered the Zoology-flying creatures. How fun. We have some amazing caves here. How awesome to be able to have hands on bat exploration.
Handwriting- I went with A Reason. I think my girls will really enjoy having a finished product that they can display.
Math was tough. I didn't want to commit to anything in particular until I could identify where my girls are and how they understand it. So I got a pretty generic learning guide.
Spelling- I went with Spectrum.
So there you have it.

Toddler Adoption

I haven't posted much about our adoption, how it's going, how the kids are, how we are, the details of our trip and the journey God has us on. I could say, "I'm too busy". But the truth is... There is so much inside of me and I've been trying to sort it all out. Is it (adopting) everything I thought it would be? Yes and no. So much of it is what I thought it would be and I was prepared, other parts I knew were a possibility but I chose to ignore it, and so much more is completely different than what I thought. Bottom line adoption is hard, toddler adoption is crazy hard, and toddler twin adoption is insane hard. Adoption in general is not for those who have a whim, a thought or even a desire. It is for those who God has called and it is their purpose to care for the orphans and vulnerable. It is something that is as forever as your marriage should be, as deep as your love for God, for spouse, for child. It has been amazing to experience the unfolding, the growing, the pain and the reward that comes with adoption. All of it the emotion especially comes in stages. From the plantation of the idea to adopt all the way to today. Sometimes I can still sit in complete amazement at all that has transpired. There is so much I want to share on this topic and there's no way I could do it all now. It will come in bits and pieces but it will come.

An amazing testimony I have wanted share is about Luke and his premonition of Xia. Some of you might remember a post I did last year about Lukas and the brown baby. Here's a recap-Lukas woke up really freaked out (he was 2) He kept talking about the brown baby. "mommy we have to rescue her. The brown baby is screaming, she has no food, she has a broken mouth, mommy please we have to help her." I would ask him where is the baby, and each time he pointed east. He talked about the baby with the broken mouth for days, the urgency in his voice was intense. After that I felt prompted to change countries. 3 weeks later we find out about twins in Ethiopia, the same day our dossier arrived, Diezel and Xia were brought to the orphanage. It wasn't until we were there two months later to pick them up did we understand. Xia's mouth was, "broken". Because of the severe protein malnutrition her skin started eating away at itself. Around her mouth the skin had broken down. Scabs and pus covered her mouth and chin, her mouth was broken. Lukas dream stirred urgency inside of me which caused me to switch everything, country, agency. To think when he had his dream, the twins parents were praying and fasting about God's direction for the twins lives.



This picture was taken about a week before I went to Africa, a week before the infection set in.

Whirlwind

Last week Adam and I flew to Los Angeles for a film festival our movie was in. I gotta admit, I wasn't too excited to go at first. I know that sounds awful, but the whole trip was 44 hours with 20 of it devoted to travel. Also I don't do well at social functions. We had to go to the awards dinner, black tie and all. That means getting dressed up and the whole shebang. I have an awful habit of building things up in my mind sometimes, over thinking everything. Time and time again though, I finally realize to let go.

It was so much fun in a whirlwind sort of way. We got there at 2:00pm after waking at 3:30am to fly. As soon as we got to the hotel we went swimming. Then got ready in 30 minutes, hopped in a limo and went to the film festival awards. Our film was nominated for 8 categories. We ended up winning 5. Best picture, best soundtrack, best actor, best supporting actor and best martial arts fight scene. It was so cool watching my husband accept the best picture and best soundtrack.



Adam and I at the pool. It was such a weird experience not worrying about all the little kids around the water.



In the hotel room. Isn't he handsome.



Okay this shows what a dork I really am. I shoved my way through people to get up close to take a picture of Adam getting the best soundtrack and all I got were his feet?!

Calling All Homeschool Families!

This is the year. (gulp)
For three years now, I have felt God calling me to homeschool and each year I tell God, "Not this year, there is no way I can do it. I'm not capable. We have so much going on." And every year May-Aug I have that same feeling and I give the same response. I finally got scared enough that God would quit asking. That I would feel His prompting no more, and if I ignored Him in this area of my life, what other areas do I tell Him,"no" in.
So this is the year. Even with the chaos of our new bigger family, I'm jumping in.



Jace is starting his second year at Heritage Academy. He goes to school 3 days a week and is home schooled the other two days. This is a great fit for him. I would eventually like the girls to go as well. They have classes for k-12. It is a heavy academic program that requires a lot of self motivation. I know the girls aren't ready for it yet. I also think school should be fun and creative, at least until 6th grade. It should set a foundation for a desire to learn and that learning not only comes from text books, but the world around you. Filled with things to explore, take apart and discover.

Here is where I need help. What curriculum do you recommend? What has or hasn't worked for you? I need suggestions for Faith(2nd grade) and McKayley(4th grade). They are both incredibly creative girls. Faith is still figuring out reading and McKayley struggles in math. Faith excels in math and logical reasoning. McKayley is an excellent writer and artist. Also, what curriculum works with a lazy mother? A mother who does well enough to figure out what's for dinner. A mother who waits till the last moment to wake up and go to sleep. A mother who flies by the seat of her pants most days. Do you have advise in how to keep 3 toddlers occupied while working with the older kids. What's worked for you?

Please Help.

I Am Thankful For...

Air conditioning. Praise God for nice cool air.

Not Only...

Not only did Faith break her wrist at Gymnastics, but apparently she has lice now as well. AARGH! Not again.
If you're unfamiliar with my lice adventures you can read about them here
and here.
So today I get to wash, wash, wash, and comb, comb, comb.

Did I mention I'm leaving late tonight to fly back to California for two days.

Guess Who Got a Camera:)

I bought the camera at Target. It was the display model. So, I got it for really cheap. I was so excited until I brought it home and started taking pictures with it. I definitely got what I paid for. A cheap camera, at a cheap price. Oh well.

I Thank You.

Tonight I had one of those conversations that leave you feeling so helpless. It has been wonderful, sad, eye-opening, and humbling to learn more about Gadese everyday. When we first got back from Africa, she was a stranger more or less living in my house. A stranger that I didn't understand and that didn't understand me. We communicated more through charades and facial expressions than through words. Even without language in common, I knew she was honest, sweet and strong. What I didn't know was how beautifully tragic her life really was.
We were talking tonight about Ethiopia, her relationship with her husband and her Olympic career. She started running when she was 13. I looked at Jace and thought how small and young that really is. She was, "bought" to run. They paid her family and off she went to live in the city. She was 13. She didn't see her family for 2 years. As she told this story, I couldn't help but to again think of Jace. I told her (almost out of judgment of her family)"If someone came knocking on my door to, "buy" Jace, I would show them the exit." She looked at me astonished. She said, "I was 13, my parents were going to marry me off, I was fortunate to leave. Look at Faith(7), she would most likely already have been married off. And McKayley(9) definitely." I sat there my heart was pierced. I knew child brides are a reality. You hear of it in a lot of countries. I guess I am completely unaware of how rampant child marriage(rape)really is. Then it occurred to me, I was judging her parents for selling her to run when in fact it saved her from something much worse. Again, I'm left thinking,"What can be done?"

Philippians 4:6-7
6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; 7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Lord, I thank you for opening my eyes. I thank you for Gadese. I thank you.

And the Waiting is Over

Faith looks adorable in her hot pink cast that she'll be wearing for 4 weeks. She continues to amaze me with her strength and attitude. I could learn a lot from her:)

Waiting..

I'm waiting to hear from Adam. He took Faith to the ER. She hurt her wrist at gymnastics. It might be broken. Waiting.....
On an extremely cool positive note; How awesome is it that daddy was home to take her.

Baby News

I sold my van today. I listed it on Sunday. Two days to sell. Wahoooo. Now I have 4k towards Gadese's medical fund. It feels really good to have that accomplished. We also went to Gadese's doctor today. Still have no idea if she's having a boy or girl. We were hoping to find out so we could share the news with Alex. I think it would help her family in Ethiopia to know the sex and to feel more apart of what's going on. The doctor said the baby was breach. We still have time for the baby to shift, but the news brought tears to Gadese's eyes. She is still so sad from the loss of their baby last year. Tomorrow is the day. I'm going to talk to the three hospitals and the birthing center about helping Gadese. If you think about it, please send prayers our way.

Yes, I Admit it

I am a tree hugging, granola eating, earth loving girl. I have been and always will be. I have always believed we are all connected to each other and to this amazing place God created called Earth. We are all His creation made for Him and by Him. Five days to create such amazing beauty. Each day had it's purpose. Each day completed the previous. Earth! Beautiful! Perfect! Then came the sixth day. Filled with beauty and promise. Man and beast came. Awesome. Now it's complete. Earth! Everything on Earth! Beautiful! Perfect! Complete!

I always believed that all God created was meant for each other. For us to take care of the earth and for the earth to take care of us. ( Yes, I know God is our ultimate provider). What we do to the Earth, our land, our water, will have an impact on us. It is impossible for it not to. Do floods, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes not effect us? Then how is it we can not believe how we choose to live our lives will effect the earth, then in turn effect us. I see a big circle.

For those of you who are actually still reading this past the 2nd sentence, I am going somewhere with this I promise. It wasn't until I went to Africa that I saw first hand how important this relationship really is.

Here is what should be one of the most beautiful places on earth. Natural rock bridge, plants, monkeys, a stream. Until you get close enough to smell and see. The water is filled with trash, carcasses of all living beasts, poop, and disease.
In this picture you can see the trash literally avalanching into the water.

I love the locals gathering on the bridge watching the crazy woman examine the water. You can't see them but down the stream were two men. They were rummaging through the water to find trash or fish that they could take home to their family. Next to them was someone going to the bathroom and down a little more people were bathing. On top of the hill kids were playing. My heart was screaming, "STOP, YOU'RE KILLING YOURSELVES." You are throwing trash into the same water you drink from, bathe from, and fish from. I wondered do they know? Do they care? But more importantly in such poverty is there a choice? Here in America, I can, I have the luxury of knowing, of caring, of choosing. I can tell my kids wash your hands, pee in the toilet, have my trash collected and be totally ignorant of where it goes, clean my dishes, and buy filtered water even though I probably don't need it, I can bury my dead relatives, call the city to dispose of my road kill, file a complaint about the driver in front of me who tossed their latte out the window. While I was there it crossed my mind to start cleaning up all the crappola, but then what? Where will I put it? In the trash can? Are you kidding me? Poverty, deforestation, wealth, plunder of our natural resources are all connected. Don't get me wrong I know our God is a God of abundance, the great multiplier. Just look at the apple, one apple, tons of seeds, each with the promise of more apples. But I also believe to whom much is given, much is required. Much has been given and what are we or more accurately me, myself and I, What am I doing? I don't even know where to start, do you?


This is one of those posts that I'm attaching my "disclaimer" to.

*Dear reader of my blog, these are my thoughts and my opinions. If you find me selfish, irritating, too far left, too far right, too open, too shallow, non politically correct, too politically correct, too Christian, not Christian enough, have too many children, not enough children, too fat, too thin, pissed that I don't homeschool, worried if I do homeschool, can't believe I eat meat, think I'm starving my children if we are vegetarians, hate me that I like Obama, curse me if I vote McCain, accuse me of polluting the environment if I don't drive a hybrid, call me granola that I buy organic or don't like me at all, then may I suggest you give yourself a tree loving, oil coveting, athestistic hug in the name of Christ and quietly read someone else's blog.*

This post is dedicated to my dad. A man who has spent the majority of his life in the pursuit of an answer.

I Miss My ...

I miss my camera. A month ago it was Diezelized (our term for all things Diezel). He drug it through the sand, threw it in the ocean and had the best time of his life trying to take it apart. Where was I when all of this took place? I have no idea.

I have missed so many cute photo moments with all the kids. This weekend Faith caught the biggest bullfrog I've ever seen. Mckayley caught tons of crayfish. Lukas painted himself with mud, Xia bathed in the creek, Diezel threw rapid fire rocks, and Jace he counted down the moments that he would no longer be tortured in nature.

I miss my camera.

Inadequate

I have so much to do. Yet, I feel like I'm standing still, lost and inadequate. I don't regret for one moment our decision to bring Gadese here(the pregnant Ethiopian woman). She has blessed our family beyond words. I just feel like God called me to something that is so beyond my gifting it is scary. When we met her and Alex in Ethiopia we thought things would go differently than they have. We being completely naive thought that Alex would already be granted a visa, would be working for our company, would be on our company medical insurance, and he and Gadese would be anxiously awaiting their baby together, here in America. Instead we are no closer to a Visa for Alex and Gadese's is going to expire 3 weeks before the baby is born. Alex is unemployed in Ethiopia. Since Gadese is here on a tourist Visa, we can't get her state help for medical expenses and forget company insurance she isn't allowed to "work". Her and Alex have now been apart for over three months with no end in sight. The baby is due in less than three months. The medical bills are piling up. I need to start fund raising to cover her medical care. The doctor said if everything goes great we are looking at 20K if she has complications possibly 100-250k. Okay that shakes me a little. So next week I need to start, 1. Fundraising 2. Go to the three hospitals in town and see if any of them will help. 3. Since things are going well, go to the birthing center and talk to the midwifes about helping. 4. apply to extend Gadese's Visa and send in $300 with the application. 5. Forget trying to get Alex a permanent Visa and apply for a tourist one so at least he can be here for the birth. This will also take money for the Application and 2k for airfare.
We also at this time completely support Gadese and her family financially on our own.
Like I said, I wouldn't change any of it. She has become my sister and my best friend. I just feel so inadequate. And to be honest this is just one of the areas of my life right now that I feel this way.

Picture!

I came across this online. I have no idea who took it, but thanks! This is the only picture I have right now.

Tonight is the Night

We are having a wonderful time so far. We arrived yesterday afternnoon. We haven't see much of Adam:( but will see him tonight at the premiere. Stephanie and Laura thank you for the penny advice. What happens if it drops while I'm walking?
The best so far was meeting Crispy.

Oh my goodness! what a wonderful woman. Wow. She was so easy to talk with, enjoy her company and love. She has such a heart for her family, and it is eveident in her girls. They were as beautiful as they were sweet, and gracious. I was truly blessed to meet them. Thank you for coming Crispy.

On a side but luming note. When I got here yesterday I started with a fever and chills and now I'm bleeding a lot with a lot of cramping and it's not my time of the month yet. I just want to be able to make it through tonight and enjoy the evening. Good thing my dress is red.

I am Filled With...

I feel like we just got home and already it is time to leave again. Tonight at 3am, Adam, myself and our three oldest kiddos fly to Florida to walk the red carpet of my man's first feature length film. I am filled with so much emotion.

I am filled with gratefulness. I am so grateful the film is finally over. It was the longest 9 months of my life without my man. I am also grateful that my man was able to fulfill a life long dream. He made a movie and recorded music!

I am filled with excitement. I have no idea what the next year holds for our family, but I'm ready.
I'm excited to see my three oldest as they watch their daddy celebrate the culmination of a life long dream.

I am filled with relief. I would be lying if I didn't say that I was looking forward to a break from the three toddlers. I am also relieved that the movie actually got completed. It's one thing to start such a project, but another to actually finish it.

I'm filled with nervousness. As much as I need a break I'm nervous about the impact three days away from the twins will do. I have worked so hard to get to where I'm at with their trust. I'm also nervous to be in the"limelight". I know the film has nothing to do with me and people probably won't notice, but the thought of cameras and eyeballs freak me out a little.

I am filled with fear. Holy crapola! I have to wear heels. What if I trip? What if I walk like I'm being poked in the rear?

I'm filled with girliness. Is that even a word? I kind of missed out on the prom thing and I kind of missed out on the traditional wedding thing. So, this will be the first time in 35 years, that I will get dressed in a gown, nails done, hair fixed and get to feel like a princess. My man tells me that he is more excited to see me walk the red carpet than he is about the movie.

BTW- I found an awesome dress. It is all red. Very classy in a simple way. Some pretty cool shoes and a killer pedicure. Please just pray I don't fall on my face.

Keeping it Real

Raise your hand and say,"Aye" if you get tired of the anonymous cloak. A while back I got a really nasty comment. I thought it didn't affect me, but it did. It haunted me in a weird way. I found myself censoring everything I thought about blogging. I wanted to share so much about our new life PA (post-adoption) but I didn't. I let anon's pitiful comment stop me. Which excuse my french, but really pisses me off that I allowed a coward that, likes to throw a punch and run, stop me from opening up. Especially when I went out on a limb to keep by blog public awhile back when all the weirdness was happening. I even stayed public despite the fact I was a little in the middle of the reason people were shutting down. I really hope anon's around the world don't force me to put a disclaimer on all my posts.

*Dear reader of my blog, these are my thoughts and my opinions. If you find me selfish, irritating, too far left, too far right, too open, too shallow, non politically correct, too politically correct, too Christian, not Christian enough, have too many children, not enough children, too fat, too thin, pissed that I don't homeschool, worried if I do homeschool, can't believe I eat meat, think I'm starving my children if we are vegetarians, hate me that I like Obama, curse me if I vote McCain, accuse me of polluting the environment if I don't drive a hybrid, call me granola that I buy organic or don't like me at all, then may I suggest you give yourself a tree loving, oil coveting, athestistic hug in the name of Christ and quietly read someone else's blog.*

Peace.

Now I really don't want to add a disclaimer to every blog and I don't want to censor my writing. So what's a blogger to do?

Keep it real.

So what was the comment?
Not worth mentioning or keeping. It was deleted as soon as it was received. If it were constructive I would have kept it, but anything destructive that could hurt my children who read this is out of here.

Lyme Education

I found this article interesting. http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/conditions/07/06/lymedisease.treatment/index.html

My sister died two years ago after a long battle with Lyme disease. I only now can understand the frustration she must have felt to be constantly misdiagnosed, told it was in her head, and that it couldn't be that bad. I'm so glad it is finally getting the attention it deserves.

Leaving for Home

We leave tomorrow on July 4th to start the journey back home. I can't wait. Adam is coming home with us:) It has been quite the adventure here in California for the last 6 weeks. We will be home for 4 days before we head out to Florida for the premiere of the movie. I miss reading everyone's blogs and keeping up.

Changes

About a month ago I had a dream. It was one of those amazingly clear dreams. It had purpose and direction. I heard a voice. When I first knew I was going to change the twins names, God gave us Diezel. There was no question. no matter the negative stuff we got we knew he was a Diezel. It was kaku's name that I struggled with. I finally settled on Daizey. It sounded cute, but I never felt that feeling. You know the one that say's this is it. Then I had THE DREAM. I heard a voice and it said" She shall be called Ziah. I asked the voice," Ziah as in I can spell it Zya". The voice said, "No. It is to be spelled X-I-A". I told Adam about the dream. He of course made fun of it. Saying "okay we'll call Diezel,Xylophone." Ha-ha. So I dismissed the dream, but it followed me everyday. "Her name is to be Xia". I finally couldn't deny it anymore. Daizey is a Xia. It means the glow of the morning sun. And that is her. My Xia.