Why does it seem that initial meetings with my children are always accompanied by drama?
Being handed Elijah four years ago (photo above of our first meeting) was nothing but - accompanied by words like malaria, parasites, severe dehydration, hospitalization, and exhaustion.
But look at him now!
This weekend we celebrated Elijah Liberia Day in honor of his heritage and four years with our family. And man, did he love it. His favorite part? Sporting the West African shirt, above, which he would wear every day if he could.
On the dinner menu was traditional Liberian fare: jollof rice and pineapple bread.
The heavy tomato sauce is more authentically made with pig's feet. Um, we opted for chicken breast instead.
Elijah, flipping through the lifebook that details his adoption journey
We're so thankful for Liberia - the country of this little one's birth. We want Elijah to know and feel that way as well.
I think we're on the right track. As I tucked him into bed at the end of the day, my boy turned to me and said, "I love my Liberia."
Me too, Elijah. Me too.
