It was a Monday. I remember distinctively and will forever.
The day we got the call.
Mondays are full and busy and exhausting. And this particular Monday was the first one back to our homeschool co-op after Spring Break. I was wiped out. The entire drive home I was thinking about a simple dinner and a for sure nap.
And then my phone rang.
A gentle voice explained that there was an 18month old little boy in need of immediate placement. And then she asked if I wanted to hear more. And in my heart I knew there would be no nap.
After a family meeting and unanimous votes I knew my home was about to absorb a baby.
Nothing in the universe could have prepared me for what it was going to feel like to try and identify and connect with a scared and confused tiny soul who can't talk and can't understand. All I had for him was a willing heart and open arms. And a whole house full of people who were anxious for his presence.
It's been a week. And I am in love. Complete love with a tiny man whose past I have no idea about, nor his future to be exact. But for his present I am so happy to open my home, my arms and my heart. Knowing that the pain when he leaves our home will be as obvious as his absence. It feels kind of hard falling in love with someone I know I will have to let go of. But I do so willingly....