I remember reading adoption advice that you should not even allow yourself to evaluate how things are going until you reach the 6 month mark. I didn't understand that at the time.
Now I do.
When I look back on those pictures of when we stepped off the plane...
And walked out the airport as a family of five for the first time...
Those early days and feelings seem so far away.
I was so overwhelmed. So emotional. So unsure that we had done the right thing. What in the world had we done? What were we thinking? Was this kid ever going to sleep through the night? Will I ever feel like I know him? Was Ezra ever going to accept him? Was he ever going to feel like mine?
We still have our moments and we still have our issues. Potty training is one of them. Language issues is another. And he is the most quietly defiant child I have ever met with a stubborn will of steel.
I know we did the right thing.
I know we were obedient to what God had called us to do.
He sleeps like a champ.
Eats like a champ.
Dances like a fool.
Is growing like a weed.
Ezra and him have figured out a workable truce.
And he feels like mine.
Happy 6 months my Eli Cade!