The last few days I have been on the verge of tears over simple things. Oh and I should say they are mostly happy tears. I read an article that a friend posted to Facebook about siblings that were adopted and then reconnected after decades - queue the tears. I hear a song on the radio and I get choked up - maybe I should stop listening to sad country songs.
The outpouring of messages via all formats have been very moving and touching. Offers to help and questions about what we need are coming in from every direction. At this point I have no idea what we need. Until we know what junior has we won't know what we need. We have been told he has a ton of stuff but we don't know what it is. We may be buying a bedroom set from the current foster family if it can fit in a car, if not we need to make a trip to American Furniture Warehouse to buy furniture. We don't know if he has a winter coat or boots that fit him. While I am touched by all the offers to help I don't know what to say.
And the biggest emotional trigger has come directly from junior. We haven't been sure how he would take the news, if he liked us and wants to live with us. Well all that was answered this week. Junior asked his current foster family if he could call us as he wanted to ask us if we would be his mom and dad. Hearing this broke my heart. Not only did he ask once but 4 times. We are meeting him for lunch on Sunday so he can ask us. Not sure I will make it through that lunch without crying.