The transition house is beautiful for
a lack of better word. It has an open floor concept in all of its three
grandiose levels with a gorgeous open wooden staircase allowing you to see all
the way to the bottom from every floor and small shimmering chandeliers in all
floors. It is a house many would desire in the United States. The perfect size
living space to keep all their extravagant furniture which guest can’t even sit
on and the perfect size bedrooms which no child would have to share. But
instead, this house is simple only housing necessities. It has two couches with
a t.v so tiny it requires binoculars to watch from the kitchen and a small
dining room table with about six to eight chairs. The upstairs living room has
about 16 beds in which all the older children sleep in and to the right of the
house is an open air hallway with two rooms, one a closet and the other one a
baby room housing six cribs with six babies. Here is where we first laid eyes
on our sweet Max.
In the past 2 and ½ months I have
imagined meeting him over and over again. I imagined my self-crying tears of
joy and falling on my knees (haha, I know I am so dramatic sometimes.) I had
also imagined not recognizing him, which actually led me to saving his picture
as my screen saver for both my phone and laptop. Then I had the occasional
thought of him crying or not wanting me to hold him, but none of those things
happened. Instead, when we laid eyes on each other we smiled. He had such a
huge smile on his face, almost as if he knew I was his mother and Anthony his
father.
I know you are all wondering what Max
is like, well; he is nothing less than amazing. He has the most contagious
giggle and extremely ticklish. He loves to smile and look at me no mater where
I am in the room. He seems very healthy and strong despite his past. His eye
movement is intact and he loves attention. He is much bigger than the pictures
we saw of him from March and is wearing size 6 to 9 months right now. He just
discovered his hands today; it was so awesome to see him completely mesmerized
by his hands and fingers. He has the softest skin and has the cutest little nose,
which oddly enough resembles mine. But then again I am biased because he is my
son. We can let you all be the judge of his cuteness.
Since meeting him this morning Anthony
and I have fed him, changed him, taken a nap, ridden in a car (which requires
no car seat), taken a walk, gone to lunch, laughed when we couldn’t figure why
on earth he was crying, and finally put him to bed. Our first 12 hours with our
son have come and gone in a blink of an eye. We are no longer just Kay and
Anthony, we are momma and daddy, pretty scary stuff (there were some points
today when Anthony and I would look at each other start laughing and say, “holy
crap, we are parents.” )So crazy!
Overall today has been a wonderful
day. We went to church with Dereje and the older kids in the house. Both of our
hands being held by children we had only met an hour before. We listened to a
worship and message in Amharic only understanding the words: amen, hallelujah,
and Yesu Christo (Jesus Christ incase you need translation J
.) The service focused on Matthew 6:20-25 and a few verses from John 5 & 6,
which is no coincidence. Even though we didn’t understand a single word being
able to read those verses made it crystal clear that this adoption is not an
accident and there is no need for neither on of us to worry. God is in full
control and He provides when you relinquish all to follow His plan.
Seriously, thank you all who read this
blog. Thank you all for your love, prayers and support. Without it all, we
wouldn’t be here.
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