adding an older child to the mix~

And I wouldn't consider J an older child necessarily. He is 6. Emotionaly more like 3 sometimes.

As much as we have had to adjust, he has had more adjustments. New language, new house, new clothing, new food....you get the idea.

He came to us eager to be excepted, eager to be loved. Wanting to fit in.

He seemed to want to forget China, saying that he wasn't Chinese but American.
It made me think that someone had told him to say this. That  he wouldn't be accepted if he did otherwise....

 

 

He experienced many firsts here with us.

 

                                                      And always seemed to smile.

                                                  And show us a bit of his funny side.

And his desire to be part of a family. He is good to his sister Rachel....they are two peas in a pod.

but every once in a while, I see that look in his eyes. The look that says he is scared. Or in deep thought.....

 

And it reminds me of how very much we missed and how long he waited to belong.

              Six long years~ six years that he could have spent with a family but did without.

                 And I promise you J, you wait no more and you will always be loved and be our son.


                    Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever.

                                                                       Psalm 136