Thanks for the support. I appreciate it.
Since learning Sarah was pregnant, I've been presented with a number of stories and reasons why we should do this. Among them is the fact that when boys go into foster care, they often end up as farm slaves. And that dismal outcome is if they're lucky. Not a great way to meet the world, by any means.
I'm 52, and my wife is 50. Perhaps if we were younger, we would have made this decision earlier. No matter. Forward we go, and my wife is again a saint for she will be doing most of the hard work while I go off to my job.
Shortly after we made the final decision to take Gus in, another story of being alone in the world was presented: While visiting my neighbor at work, it turns out he feeds the deer. 4 deer come every day at feeding time. One is apparently an orphan, and the other three chase her away while they eat. They let her run with them at a distance, but when it comes down to chow, she is an outsider to them.
It may sound corny, but it is not by accident or coincidence that I kept hearing these stories and situations of being an orphan. There is a power greater than ourselves at work here.
Having Gus with us was meant to be.
WTB, side car with baby seat.
