Mini Marshmallows

It's been a month since we boarded a plane for the long flight home. He's gained a a pound. He's learned to eat solid food. He met his sister and many other family and friends. He walks better. He makes new sounds. He signs a few words. He laughs. He doesn't scream when I hold him. Last night I told him it was time for a bath and he pointed towards the bathroom and reached out for me to pick him up- he understands! He goes up to sister's bed before nap time waiting for his kiss from her. He's a sweet, sweet little guy. There were days in the process when I questioned our decision to go down the adoption road but now. Well now, there's this.....

There's also the other side of the coin and I never want to dismiss that part because it's a very real part of adoption. There are times that Caleb just cries. A very sad, sad, deep cry. I hold him and rock him and he cries. I wonder what he's thinking but I think I probably know. So, I just try and be with him in that place since there's nothing else I can really do. I imagine when you've experienced a loss as big as what he just has, that sometimes you just need to get it out. And then you go back to playing.....and begging for mini marshmallows. I am glad he has us and that we have him. We're in this together..the four of us and plenty of marshmallows.