Today we were asked to consider adopting our foster son who has been with us for over a year. We were sort of blindsided by this request. It has always been in the back of our minds but we were afraid to have a real discussion about it this early in the game. Enough of our friends have gone through this for us to know that it's going to be a long process filled with drama and possible heartache. Just because the recommendation has been made, does not mean we
will get to adopt our little guy. Here's to hope though, and no matter how it all turns out, at least we will know we gave it out best shot. God has a plan for this little guy and we hope we are a permanent part of it. Either way, we have to trust that the powers that be are looking out for what's best for him.
We were worried about our little tree. Most people would call it a bush but it's taller than all of us so we call it a tree. Its stands lonely in the middle of our 12 acre yard. The boys measure it each year and entertain themselves by tracking its growth. It's an informal tracking consisting mainly of exclamations such as, "Last year this branch was only up to my shoulder, now it's up to my chin!" The last wind and ice storm we had was a full on temper tantrum by Jack Frost but our little Charlie Brown tree was strong enough to take the beating and look how pretty she is! 
