Last Wednesday, I wrote that at any moment we could get the call. The next day the call came in. A beautiful little boy was coming to our home.

I can share some details but not too much. I obviously can’t give you the story of his family but I’ll share all I can. Just in case you don’t follow my twitter or see my facebook, I’ll explain the rules. We’re not allowed to post pictures or names of our foster kids. We are going to come up with a nickname or as my buddy Daniel put it, a code name for him so we can talk about him online without just calling him “boy” or something impersonal. I’ve been saying “little man” or “little dude” but I don’t want to use that permanently because if we have other little boys in our home, I’m sure I’ll use those words to talk about them. That would just get confusing. If I know you in real life, I will gladly email you a couple pictures if you leave a comment on this post.

The baby arrived with the social worker Thursday evening. He’s an amazing kid. He’s about 5 months old and I feel we have been blessed by God to have him living with us. The moment I met him, he smiled and laughed. I knew he was special the moment I saw him.

Though nights have been rough, since we’re not used to babies, the happy times far outweigh anything negative. He’s funny and happy. I hear sounds in my house that I’ve never heard before. The little sighs and giggles are foreign to me but I love to hear them now. Sometimes, when you hold him, he reaches his arms as wide as he can and you feel like he’s actually trying to give you a hug. He’ll grab my beard and push his face against mine. He’s my boy. I love him and though I know I may not have him forever, I pray that his life will be a better and happier life as a result of his time in our home.

We are blessed.