Six+ months old. 20+ pounds of love.
I love him more than words can express. He is my son.
We have reached the point of no return, where fostering takes on a new light.
He can't leave.
If he does, our hearts will be shattered.
I honestly can't plan my future without him. All my thoughts about our future include him.
Yet, we wait. Adoption is a distant dream.
We are not without hope.
The battle, however, is daily. The battle of trusting He who is perfect, vs. myself, who is simply not God.
May grace and mercy abound.
