Sometimes it’s the little things. 

Oh, ok. For us it’s ALWAYS the little things.

At night when I tuck Han Solo into bed, we pray together and then I tell him I love him and goodnight.

As I walked out the door this time, instead of just saying, “Night, love you,” he said, “I love you too. Sweet dreams!”

It melted my heart. This boy has completely turned my world upside down. I never, ever, in a million years, thought that I would be open to a 9 year old boy (now 10) living in our home. Or adopting him. It’s just the most amazing thing I have seen God do.

There was a moment in time when “sweet dreams” was not something I could have because I was so scared of this boy. Scared that what his paperwork said would come to life & rear its ugly head. Scared that I couldn’t possibly love an older child that didn’t grow up with me. Scared that he couldn’t possibly love us.

But guess what? It didn’t. I do. And he does.

And I will have sweet dreams knowing that my family is slowly becoming complete.