It's been right around a year since Big P and I got home and I've been thinking a lot about it all lately. I was looking through pictures and I didn't realize (then) how skinny that that boy was! Check this one out:
That was his first time coloring. Ever. I didn't bring crayons with me because I figured that an 11 yr old wouldn't be into that. But he was so we just (ahem) borrowed from other kids.
Considering that I was FREAKED out at the mere idea of having an insta-son at the age of 11, this boy SO has a spot in my heart. Just ask Husband. Today I'm at a place of valuing all the steps that we took... all of the ones that brought us here. I wouldn't change a thing. God is too good.