Crying Crying Crying

A few years ago I thought that my third son Graeme cried more than anyone else in the world.  He was an easy baby but the older he got the more he wore his emotions on his shoulder.  At four years old  there was not a morning that he did not cry before he went to school.  I now have a boy living with us that gives Graeme's first place status a run for his money.  This boy turns four next week and he can cry many many times more than Graeme ever could.  Once he starts it can last for an hour or two at a time.  And he can have these episodes many times a day.  Just to save my nerves I am now laying in bed with him while I type in hopes that his crying gets quieter and in hopes that he finally falls asleep.
The more I listened to him cry the more certain I am that we are hearing God correctly in adopting him. I can not imagine going through this drama only for him to have to adjust to another family in 6-8 months.
Although I am tired and weary I have so many things to be thankful for.  God has done so much for Adam.  Even though he has experienced so much physical and emotional pain he has been able to attach to his foster father which gives me great hopes that he will attach to Regan and I as well.  Adam is gentle and polite.  While he is sobbing his heart out he will often rub my back.  It is almost like he knows this hurts me too.  He is generous with his kisses and hugs.  One of our greatest fears was that Adam would be developmentally delayed.  Not only is this not the case but he is ahead developmentally.  One thing that he loves and one thing that will calm him down is getting read to.  He seems to have a keen mind that is ready to soak in information.