The door opened. Peeking from behind his foster mother's legs was a shy, timid little three-year old boy. Coaxing him from her legs, his foster mother nudged him forward, saying in broken English, "Momma and Poppa." We got down on our knees, our hearts melting, as we took his hand; and we knew we were finally a family!
Two and a half years later, that same timid three-year old boy is now an energetic five-year old. He’s eagerly waving a rattle as we get closer to his brother's foster home, busting at the seams to finally meet his little brother!.
As Mr. Yeh's van pulls up in front of TWCA, we see the foster mother standing quietly, looking for the van. The van door opens, our oldest son climbs over our legs, and jumps into his foster mother's arms. We stand, watching with tears rolling down our faces. When we picked up our son two years ago, we never dreamed that we would ever see the foster mother again who loved and cared for our son while he waited for his forever family. As our family is led into TWCA again, our son takes his foster mother's hand and looks up at her with a smile on his face. He turns to his father and says, “Why are you crying, Poppa? This is not sad. This is happy!"
Then we are led into the nursery, where our youngest son is quietly playing. Once again, our hearts are melting, as we watch our oldest son take the rattle and gently put it in his little brother's hand and say, "I am your big brother!"