Holding your little hand and not letting go

One year ago today my wife called me at work and used the code word we had joked about during our three years of infertility: “wehadababyitsaboy”. We had only had our foster care license for about a week but had been restless, waiting for the call.

We said yes without hesitance. We said yes and couldn’t wait to meet our baby boy. I hung up the phone, crying, my coworkers knew exactly what the call meant.

Kari and I were off to the hospital and directed to his room. I held my breath until he was placed into my arms. Wrapping him tightly, I didn’t let go, I couldn’t believe how tiny he was, how strong, how perfect.

One year later and I haven’t let go. While he is still small, he has grown so much and is turning into a perfect and wonderful toddler. He has changed with each passing day, and we have changed with him. We have gone through ups and downs and twists and turns. We are on this journey together and we are not letting go.