In November of 2007, we received a phone call from social services in a neighboring county. They asked if we would be willing to foster the newborn brother of our girls. At first, my answer was no. Emphatically no! I did not want to have that much involvement with the birth family again. After a few minutes, I realized that this may be the only time that they would have to know each other. So, after talking with my husband, we accepted this new little one.
The next afternoon I arrived at the hospital to pick up this new little one. I was not prepared for what I found. There lay a tiny little one with the sweetest head of white hair. He weighed 5 lbs and 12 ounces and only 18 inces long. And they trusted me to take him home and care for him. I was truly afraid of loosing him. He was so small.
We took him home and were blessed to adopt him 8 months later. Adam is more than I ever imagined. I still look at him and ask God "Who am I?" and wonder how the God of all creations would allow me to be the mother to this little boy. I am so thankful for Adam. He has added all things little boy to our world. Wrestling, ball, bugs and all things rough and exciting are things he enjoys. His sisters are not always sure what to do with him when he tackles them, but they are also thrilled to be able to care for him and be with him.
Thank you, God, for this gift that we call our son. Thank you that he is full of life and laughter. And it makes me smile when I see how much he looks like my husband.