I just can not find the right words to post how I feel and what is going on. I do not know how much I am allowed to post anyways.
Life with the little guy is good. He has adjusted swimmingly. He's a wonderful, wonderful kid. We are smitten.
Which is great - and scary at the same time. After six short days, he's fit right into our little family. Morgann is an awesome helper and loves her baby brother. She does know that he may leave soon and does not like that idea. We talk about it every day.
For now, we are just enjoying the time we have with this little blessing and loving him as much as possible.
Each night, I put him to bed, and he falls asleep quickly in my arms. His lips purse together, his little chubby fingers lay gently on my arm and he is at peace. It's a gift I will always treasure and fear will leave too soon.
Every child is a gift from God. We do not know how long we will have our children - biological, adopted, or foster: be it one week, one year, or fifty years. Each day is a gift. So I am learning to treasure each day with my two kids, but still working on not fearing the future.