After arriving at our destination, a few states away, we finally met a little boy we had first heard about in the spring, a toddler we had decided in August to foster-to-adopt. We spent about three days with him, getting to know him and letting him get to know us. And then, on that Saturday, the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, the three of us headed back home, arriving in Oregon last Sunday evening. The little guy was a real trooper, and he has been doing very well, getting used to his new home and our two older children.
In six months we'll be able to pursue adoption, which has been our goal all along. After what happened last year, we are, of course, a bit wary of what could possibly go wrong. However, this situation is quite different (it is a foster-to-adopt through state agencies) and everything has gone well—incredibly well, actually—so far.
Meanwhile, I'm working to, well, do some work as our household adjusts to another young one. My wife and I are now outnumbered, but happily so. Life is mysterious, God is good, and the light of love continues to shine down and onto the path of our pilgrimage here on earth.