Michael.
My oldest son. (okay, our oldest son)
He was adopted from Haiti in November 1997. He was 4 months old then.
He is now tall and skinny and shy and motivated by food and little else. He is homeschooled and loves Legos. He wears glasses, runs fast and is starting to get armpit hair. What happened to the baby??
He wears size 9 men's shoes and likes to play soccer, (those feet do come in handy there).
He is a good swimmer, loves the ocean, and is somewhat of a loner. He can entertain himself for hours, which I didn't realize was a blessing to a busy mother. (at least until #2 and #3 came along).
He thinks stupid things are funny (like most teenagers) and likes to tease his younger brothers.
He is the little boy that made me a mother, and I love him with all my heart.
Thinking about Michael always makes me smile. He was Anson's first "non white" friend. I remember teaching Anson his colors. I would point to a crayon and say..."What color is this?" Anson would say..."red". If I pointed to a brown crayon and said, "What color is this?" he would say, "Michael."
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The first toy baby that ever came to our house was bought by Anson. He picked it out. Naturally I took him to the white section of babies. He walked right past them, grabbed a little black baby and said he wanted that one. He named Him Michael. He's still in our family, and that's still his name.
Who knew we'd have our very own brown little cutie one day?
Maybe Anson.
Heather