Adoption

Hopefully only people who are close to me read this... because I'm sure this will weird you out, if not. Maybe it will weird you out anyhow.

Last night, I dreamed about Charlie and my adopted son. He was a toddler and very not-perfect and yet I had this amazing, unbelievable love for him. Ohmygoodness I'm going to cry thinking about a DREAM! I feel like maybe I got a hint at what great love parents feel. I've been thinking about him all day. I love him and I can't wait to meet him one day.

He was grafted into our family just like we're grafted into God's

He was a part of our family... he was a part of me. Charlie said his name was Alley... we'll have to wait and see about that :)