One year as a family of four
Last month, our little guy turned one. It’s hard to believe it’s already been a year, but when I think back on the past year it’s easy to see that a lot happened.
One of my favorite parts about becoming a family of four is watching the bond develop between Caleb and Elliot. They laugh together (and at each other) a lot. Elliot smiles biggest and squeals loudest for Caleb – we don’t get such high approval ratings from him. And Caleb takes care of Elliot and watches out for him. It makes me happy to see how they interact, and to envision what their friendship will be like in 10, 20, 30 years.
I saw a glimpse of their bond this afternoon when we were out shopping. We’d spent the morning at the Treehouse (an indoor playground) and Elliot fell asleep in the minute it took to drive to the store. He stayed asleep as we walked inside, and Caleb requested to sit in one of the side-by-side child seat carts. Elliot stayed asleep the whole time we were in the store, and for half of it Caleb had his arm wrapped around Elliot’s shoulders. Before Elliot joined our family I had no idea how brotherly love would melt my heart.
It’s not likely we’ll stay a family of four for very much longer. Last week we submitted our application for foster care – starting the process to get a foster care license. We’ve been thinking about adopting for years, and until recently had planned to start seriously thinking about it in a few more years, when our boys were bigger. But when Hans was at Urbana last December (and I watched some of the conference online), God used Michelle Higgins’ talk to prod us to action. Her statement that there are 100,000 children in foster care available for adoption, and 300,000 (protestant) churches really hit home.
Although we do hope to adopt someday, our plan has now shifted from adoption to foster care, and the extra uncertainty that it brings is looming ahead. But I am excited to get started, and look forward to having more kids join our home. I hope and pray that we can form strong attachments with the kids that come to us, and with their parents. And even though it will be hard, I trust that God will work.