Untitled... for now

8 yrs ago,  we made this special memory book for a sweet tiny man that was leaving our home. 

We packed up his things. 

We cried as we drove him to his new home. 

We have thought about him, prayed for him, talked about our favorite memories of him. 

Everytime he made a mistake,  big or small,  he would say,  "Whoopsie!"   

💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜

Then,  this afternoon,  while we were waiting for our sandwiches we had ordered,  to be brought back to the table my phone rang.  

I didn't recognize the number,  but we've been doing a lot of paperwork for our neighbor recently,  so I figured it was related.

When the caller introduced herself I had a vague memory of her name,  less than a spark,  more like the whiff of a memory.

She refreshed my memory and explained an "Only God" sort of scenario.

When we originally knew her, she was our case worker.  In a case that had A LOT of ugly,  we made some sweet connections,  she was one of those connections.

Six years later she and her husband moved to another city,  there,  she got a new job.

Two years later a name comes across her desk,  OUR NAME!!!

She says,  "I thought I remembered you having a blog,  and the name was a play off your last name." 

(Thank you Jesus for giving David that idea 10yrs ago!!!)  

"Then" she says, "on a whim I checked Facebook,  and there's your page with the same name." She couldn't believe how easy it was to find us.  I thanked the Lord for giving us the foresight to keep ourselves available.  Maintain our phone number through the moves,  maintain a blog,  and then a Facebook page... all things that are frowned upon in the foster care world. 

In her new position,  her job is to support adoptive families.  Today, that meant finding us,  and telling us that this sweet boy, who we've been thinking about and praying for, has gone back into care, and is now in the adoption process and asking about his baby brother. 

"Would you be at all open to some communication?"  

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

We agreed immediately to reconnecting our boys.  

We don't know what that will look like, exactly,  but we know emphatically that we are open to reunification. 

When we got home we told our children and our little prince started singing,  "My have a own-ly brotho and he call me." 

Our 13yr old welled with tears and most of the sentences have been starting with "Remember that one time..."

That little boy has grown into a young man who is 12yrs old!!

Hold things with an open hand, you never know when God will bring them back.