Sometimes, when I look at him sleeping in his crib, I am STILL in AWE that he is here.  I hold him in my arms and breathe him in and  thank God for giving me the opportunity to love him and to have him in our home.  When I see his tiny socks or diapers laying around I remember how good God is.  In my heart I truly WANT to believe that God himself handed this baby to us.  But I can't wrap my head around that.  So for now...I am planning on handing my sweet baby boy over to his biological mother this summer.  I am trying to prepare myself {and my family} for Sprout leaving us.  I would rather be prepared then have the rug pulled out from under us.  Does this mean my faith is gone??  No.  I HAVE TO do this.  I need to mentally tell myself EVERYDAY that he could leave.  This baby boy has been slowly weaving himself into our family from the minute we found out about him a month before he was even born.  He will leave an enormous hole when he leaves.  But I know that God will redeem Sprout's time here.  I don't know when or how but I trust that He will.  His plan is bigger than ours is. 
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