Hard to believe that it has been 6 months since we met our Max - where has the time gone? When we first met Max he seemed so little - more like a 2 year old than a 3 year old. His body was slight with his little ribs sticking out, his fingernails thin as paper and his teeth stained. Don't get me wrong - this child was loved and cared for ... that we can tell. At the same time, just how much can we expect out of these social welfare institutes? Many mouths to feed, teeth to brush and hugs to give out.
Max has changed so much that I don't even know how to record it all. He is healthy! We are still baffled by his incredible strength - he can carry things that weigh more than him. He has amazing balance and appears to be quite the little athlete. His language has come full circle - we often wish he would stop talking! He can communicate and has great language skills. He now can spell his name, can count to 20, is grasping colors [for awhile I thought be might be color blind, but now he seems fine],goes to school by himself and can play with other kids. He is a ladies man and I find that most of his teachers - at school, church or the gym - fall for him pretty fast. Maybe it is the dimples? He prays every night for just about everything he encountered that day - including watching Diego and eating ice cream. He has developed an amazing imagination that allows him to play for long stretches of time with McKaden ... I NEVER thought this would ever happen. The kids now play together, without me/us, for long periods of time!! A dream come true!
We cannot imagine our life without Max - he was meant to be with us. We have fallen so deeply in love with this little boy. Sometimes at night when we go and peek at our kids, we stop, get a little misty eyed, and think of the great blessing they are to us. When we think of what their lives could have been, and what they are now, we stop and thank our God - the God who adopted us as his own and made us joint heirs with Christ. Adoption. Amazing.
