I have been thinking lots of our little boy in Haiti lately.

I find myself throughout the day wondering what he is doing. I wonder what he is eating. I wonder if he likes to take baths, and if so, how often is he able to get one. I wonder if he likes balls. I wonder if he likes to hear music. I wonder if he will someday like Thomas the Train, or Larry Boy. I wonder what he sleeps on. I wonder if he gets scared at night. I wonder if he has memories of being neglected. I wonder if he’ll love me. I wonder if his brothers will love him. I wonder when I’ll get to see him and touch him and hold him. I wonder if he’ll be scared when he comes home with us. I wonder if I’ll ever get all the documents that I need. I wonder if I’ll ever really be okay with waiting on him to come home. I wonder if our language barrier will be as bad as I think it will. I wonder if he’ll like swimming. I wonder if he’ll want to swing with his brothers in the back yard. I wonder if he’ll be potty trained. I wonder if it will take him long to feel a part of us. I wonder if he’ll be cold here. I wonder if he’ll ever know how much we already love him and I’ve never even touched him or seen his face. I wonder if he will accomplish GREAT things in his life. I wonder if when he’s older he’ll go back to Haiti and make a difference. I wonder if he’ll be scared of our dog. I wonder if he’ll want his own bed, or want to share with his brothers. I wonder if he’ll like our food. I wonder if preschool will scare him. I wonder if he’ll want to sleep with us at night. I wonder if he’ll be tall or short. I wonder if he’ll be scared on the airplane coming home. I wonder when he’ll know about us. I wonder if he’ll understand that we love him and are coming to get him. I wonder if he’ll want to be our son.

I wonder.