This little boy? When he first arrived at our front door just over two years ago, he was this little ball of anger and frustration. It was so hard. I kissed him and hugged him and worked hard to make him feel at home. I was committed to him, but I lived for nap time and bed time. When it became apparent that he wasn’t going to get to go home, I cried out in prayer one day, “Lord, please don’t just help me get through each day. Please make me fall in love with him.” And God answered that prayer. Today, when I kiss him good-bye before preschool and say, “I love you,” I mean it with every fiber of my being. I can’t imagine life without him. That’s a scary thing in this world of foster care because anything can happen at any time, but it’s a risk worth taking.