I love Fall. It is one of my favorite things about living in Tennessee. Driving down the road seeing all of the fall colors is breath taking to this southern California girl who never saw a change of seasons. Although it is beautiful it makes me a little sad to know that colder weather is coming and all the trees will soon be bare.
Fall reminds me of how Micah and Hannah have changed so much in the last three years. Like Fall I enjoy watching them learn new things and have new experiences, but it always makes me kinda sad that their old ways are gone. I often tell my friends that the first Christmas our kids were home I cried a lot. I hated the change that had occurred in them in just four months. In Ethiopia they were so thankful for a bouncy ball, but in America they were overcome by the gimmes searching out the next present to open. I wish they still spoke Amharic, fit in their cute traditional clothes, and were fascinated with light switches. Now they are truly Americanized. They love to watch TV, play Wii, and shop for new things. It seems that the bright leaves of Fall leave just as quickly as they came. Micah and Hannah came to us quicker than we expected, now their childhood is moving just as quickly. If I look closely I can still see remnants of Ethiopia in them such as their love of playing outside, eating Ethiopian food, and their incredible bond with one another. I miss who they were when we first met, but now I treasure who God is growing them to be.
