Oh November.
Eight years ago on the Sunday after Thanksgiving I had just finished cleaning the house from top to bottom after a marathon week of Thanksgiving company that included overnight guests. We already had a houseful with our two daughters and two foster children. And, quite frankly, to say that I was exhausted would be an understatement.
But I felt him. Before I even knew him. I felt him finding his way to me. There is no way to explain it. I'm not a far out kind of girl. But we were finding our way to each other. Then the phone rang. And I said "yes" without any hesitiation.
Twenty minutes later he was in my arms. To say that the road to adoption was bumpy would be a colossal understatement. To say that he was meant to be ours, also a colossal understatement. He changed us. All of us. For the better.
