Delightful Day

A warm, sunshiny day.  Dan is feeling much better, which is a relief.

We pick Liliana up at the orphanage and walk to Yalta’s port area.  She is a different girl from yesterday.  She walks the edges of the water fountains, chases after a girl carrying helium balloons (boy, is she a pistol!), and dances to the beat of the DJ’s music.  She’s happy and carefree, and even wants to play the “ticka ticka ticka” game with Dan.

She has only one bout of screaming, thankfully, and it’s by the water fountain, so the noise drowns her out.  In reality, we’re allowing these episodes to happen, since she gets in these pouty moods where she wants her way, and her “way” is to be with Mama always.  So, I have to play my part, too, and say, “Nyet,” and walk away, so she realizes that she has to stay with Papa, that we’re both safe people for her.

In the afternoon we do the same thing–walk along the port–and again there’s only one meltdown.  Liliana’s screaming bouts are getting shorter and shorter, and when she’s over them, she’s a hoot to be around.  Really, she’s such a happy child–she sings to herself while in the stroller, she looks up at me pushing the stroller and wants me to put the stroller shade cover over her and peek through the see-through top and say, “Boo!”  Then she goes into peals of laughter.  At one point, she screeches, but it’s a ecstatic yelp, one that says, “Ah, that’s my voice!”

We walk along the beach area where people are packed like sardines on a rocky beach (tell me, what is the joy in sitting on a pile of rocks when you’re trying to sunbathe?).  She notices every dog, every shiny piece of trash, every bottle cap, every bit of music, everything.  The vendors are selling wind-up dogs and bubble blowing guns and bright balloons.  I shoot a video of her and Dan standing in the middle of the bubbles.  She blinks as they pop on her face and her hands.

So, there you have it.  Progress, I think.  After Liliana’s six 0’clock drop-off, Dan and I find a restaurant, to sit and talk (and for Dan to eat for the first time in days!).  It’s a lovely evening.  We’re thankful for Liliana and for each other.  Things are looking up, just a little more than yesterday, which is a good thing.

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Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.
--Rainer Maria Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet

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