Those who are close to us (in vicinity) know the change that Noah has been through.
He came from Ethiopia somber. Withdrawn. He did not cry except when he was hungry and he did not laugh. Smiles were few and far between and this left us hoping that it was just his personality.
The tear falling from his eye in the picture below was the most common form of his emotion. No sounds or movements; just a silent tear from his sweet, sad eyes.
I didn't expect this. I must admit. But something in Noah just needed to wait...to observe...and perhaps to morn.
Those days are now gone and Noah feels his place in our home...in our family. He is a joy with his squeals of excitement and waves of happiness. When a hug is needed, go to Noah and he will wrap his tiny arms around you and bury his head on your shoulder. Every day seems to bring a new, shining part of his personality.
We won't forget those first few weeks. We won't forget whatever he was morning.
We will not forget Ethiopia.