This child would not fly on the plane with Tim on the way to our home from LIberia unless he was laying chest to chest with Tim on the plane seat.

That same child curled up into my lap every night in a nursing position, pushing his body into mine, while I rocked him to sleep. 

That same child almost always accepts a hug, unless he's very angry, which seems normal enough to me.

That same child plays with joyful and wonderful abandon every time his body is in water...having a bad day with Jumoke? Take him to the pool and let water surround his body. 

That same little boy runs with such great joy on his face and freedom in his body during the warm summer evenings as if there is not enough room in his little body to contain the joy that surrounds him.

That same little boy loves the quiet, private moments when, his head on my lap, a book in my hands, no one else around...I read to him alone before he goes to sleep.