Almost 3 Years Home

It's been almost 3 years since we came home with Isaac. He turns 8 years old next month! I can look back on that first, hard year and see more clearly the special little boy I was just getting to know. He is strong and spunky. He's funny, and a great dancer. He knows his own mind, has lots of friends, and is sweet and affectionate. My cup runneth over in ways I could never have imagined. My heart never knew it's capacity until I met Isaac.

Over time he has started trying to process what his life has been. We talk about that really hard day when he cried and cried to be leaving the only home he's ever known. He has asked us why it took so long for us to come get him. I tell him, "We came as fast as we could!"

A week ago he was working hard on a "book" he was making for me. I chuckled; he loves to draw robots, "boosters", rockets, and Pokemon battles. When he finished he shyly handed me the book. And seeing his little heart on those pages took my breath away. On the cover he wrote "Mom and Dad" with two stick figures. On the second page he wrote "Mom and Dad got married long time ago." This had two stick figures and a chandelier. The third page was the one that stole my heart and reminded me how precious adoption is. He wrote, "They didn't know me. I was so surprised, I never had a family before." Below that he drew three stick figures, one with a 5 next to it. His little heart, shared with me. I'm unable to grasp the goodness of it all.

We have good days and tough days and regular days. It's life. But I am amazed at how God has knitted our hearts together over these last three years.