This year's holiday is going to be, I hope, the best one ever, and I'm just TOO excited!

Without going into a long and detailed story, our home has been graced with the presence of one very amazing young man.
This young man, has been in and out of foster care and group homes (a.k.a. orphanages), since the age of 4. He's never really known what a nice birthday was (which we celebrated on his special day in mid-August; thick chocolate cake with candles, to top it off), he never really had a home made turkey dinner (such as the one my daughter and I are making tomorrow), or even a winter solstice celebration (I'm happy to call it Christmas, for his sake).
Many foster children, don't make it out of the system without feeling resentment, fear, anger, and a deep void that they can't seem to fill. Some have such anger, that they don't know what to do with - they have no where to put it! This young man turned out so differently; he had his bad youth times, but hurt people tend to hurt others and he didn't want to be that way. He's got a beautiful soul.

He came into our home early August and I'd soon learned that just 3 weeks prior, he'd been sleeping in the local park, near where he worked, just so he wouldn't be late, each day, for work...homeless.
He's been with my daughter and I ever since, and I'm very much hoping that he will continue to call this his home.
Although he's a bit too old for me to adopt, now, (and it's not unheard of, in articles that I've read) but if he ever asked us to be his permanent family, I'd be wasting NO time, at all, getting the paperwork in order.

I have 3 daughters, and unfortunately (for whatever reason), my body simply wouldn't carry a male child. I lost 2 sons, during the 2nd trimesters of each pregnancy, in my early years. It did break my heart into shards, and I wouldn't trade my daughters for anything in this world...I feel strongly that somehow, some way, our paths crossed so that he'd finally have a home and a family and I could finally have a son.