An anniversary thought

Today marks three months from our first outing with the boys. It was a HOT Tuesday in August (duh), and Daddio and I left our house early that morning to head over to their foster home. We got there around 9:00, and there they were standing in the door way and peeking through the window. As we got out of the car we could hear them calling for us, "Mommy, Daddy", and it was so hard to fight back the tears. We had only met them for the first time the previous day, and that meeting only lasted an hour... and they already knew how we were/are.

That extremely hot day we were headed to the zoo. We (Daddio and I) had so much fun, we were holding the boys up to see the different animals, holding their small hands as we walked down the pavement... we were a family at last. And based on the pictures, their smiling faces say that they had as much fun as we did.

Sometimes it hardly seems like it has been three months, and other times it feels like that week of get-to-know-yous was ages ago. In three months we 5 will offically be a family... and I can't wait to see what the next three months hold.