Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Happy Birthday...maybe next year.
December 16th. It's on all the paperwork. Officially this is the day assigned to Noah as a "birthday." Next year we will be celebrating his 2nd birthday on this day. But I'm just not ready for him to be one.
In so many ways I feel like he just came to us...all quiet and withdrawn. And yet in other ways I cannot imagine our family without his loud exploratory hollers and screams, no doubt mimicking sounds he hears throughout the day.
But one year old? No way! After all, his birthday is unknown and more likely is not until January.
I feel cheated in some ways. A year old and yet I have only had him in my arms for 5 months. But that brings me to a very good thought: Noah has now been with us...in our family...more than anywhere else. He spent probably two months with his birth family. Maybe a few weeks with the woman who found him. About three months at Toukoul. FIVE months with us. I don't know why this point brings a smile to my face, but it does.
Oh how much we love this little boy! We are still trying to figure him out; however, as my three year old once again tackles his baby brother I realize that I am still trying to figure out all four of the boys. And I probably never will.
Happy eleven month birthday Noah Amsalu! We love you son!