It's amazing the difference a year makes. Chris and I often find ourselves awed by the differences we see in Ephraim over the course of the last year. They say that first year home is often the hardest. So much work has to be done in that first year. I will cherish it, but I'm glad it's over.
So we notice the differences a year has made. The genuine laughter that so often fills our home reminds us of that fake little forced laugh that we heard for his first few months with us. He took a two hour nap this afternoon and I am reminded how he used to take two twenty-minute naps a day for quite a while after joining our family. Our routine is thrown off and he bounces back for the most part, whereas for a long time, a change in routine meant he didn't sleep well for days. I could go on and on. Some differences are obvious and some are only noted by Chris and I because we held him on those nights he wouldn't stop screaming for two hours. We did silly things to coax a moment of eye contact out of a baby who insisted on looking away during feedings. And we feel his little arm wrap so tightly around our necks and we know that he is attached and that we have formed a connection and that that itself is a miracle.
And that is what inspired us last weekend to reprioritize our next adoption. There's so much going on in our lives right now and so we have pushed it down on the priority list. But God has reminded us why we are filling out this paperwork, and attending more trainings, and getting fingerprinted again, and getting our home up to foster care standards. It's because of the difference a year makes.