Sunday was "Orphan Sunday." I wanted to have a referral to share with our church that day. I knew the chances were slim. However, that night we got a phone call from our adoption coordinator. She said, "There's only one reason I call on a Sunday night."
He is a one-year old boy. His birthday was Tuesday. This whole thing is bittersweet. I want to jump for joy that we have been matched with a child. But I can't. It breaks my heart that his mother was unable to care for him. I want him in our family, but I pray that if there's any way for him to remain with his mother, then God makes it happen. I want the best for him.