That Boy Was Built for Richfield

Ben is such a people watcher. Today we went to the park down the street from Mali's house in Bangkok Thailand so the kids could run and play a little. The playground is at the entrance to their compound where everyone must pass and it was time for the US Embassy shuttles buses to unload like clown cars and some kids were selling lemonade by the swimming pool trying to catch the workers as they came in the complex. Ben's play kept getting interrupted because he couldn't help but stop to watch people coming and going. Brian and I were laughing about it when Brian said, "He is the perfect person to hang out on the porch with my grandma." Brian is right. Those two could have sat on the front porch swing for hours and hours together talking about people as they passed by. Ben would be full of "Why do you think that person does...?" and Grandma BerDella would never tire of answering because she would have all the answers and a story to go along with it too since she had been porch sitting and people watching for such a very long time. She would never tire of his questions but enjoy the time together with him. Makes me smile to think of them together on a porch somewhere in Richfield, Utah where she spent most of her life. Truth is Singapore is Brian and my exciting dream not his. We are the ones who want to see and experience the world, not Ben. He has a quiet soul that doesn't require much in the way of adventure. He would have been quite happy to spend seventeen years at school in Fairfax on Roberts Road (elementary, middle/high school and college are all within one mile on the same street).

I count his transition going so well here to positive support at home, amazing teacher(s) and school counselor and mostly generous blessings from a God that knows Ben's soul much better than me. Life is good here and my people watching boy has lots of new people to study. Maybe someday he will have stories to tell grandma when they meet again in heaven.