I get asked this question from time to time...
"So, when you look at Silas, who do you see? Do you see a little African boy who you adopted or do you see your son?"
That's an interesting question because now that he's been in our lives about 2 years now,
the answer has changed.
March 2011
This picture was taken a couple of weeks before we went to pick him up. It's one of my least favorite pictures. I guess it's a mother's intuition but I just felt like something was off. It wasn't until after we got home that I realized how sick he had been.
When I look back at this picture, I see lifeless eyes, weakness, sadness, tiredness, an orphan unattached to anyone, a heart crushed by abandonment, a baby longing for love and affection. My heart hurt for him as I counted down the days until he would be united with us as a family.
June 2012
I can't believe this picture is almost 9 months old. It's one of my favorite pictures because it shows his personality so well. There's no denying how he feels about being a part of our family.
When I look at him now, I see life in eyes that beam when he smiles; personality that permeates the room. I see his birth mother's beauty. I see a little boy who has come so far and has healed so much from emotional scars. Sure, he doesn't look like the rest of the family but I don't think much about that...I simply see my son.

