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1 Mommy, 1 Daddy, 1 Baby Sister. 2 Grandmas, 2 Grandpas. 25 Aunts and Uncles, 15 cousins.
Yesterday, with the bang of a gavel, my brother and his wife's dream of adopting him was crushed, and he will be snatched from us all. Our sweet Zac. Dedicated to the Lord one Sunday morning alongside his baby sister and my Sprout. Right after her parental rights were legally stripped-jail time and drugs being the path she chose- his birth mother suddenly "remembered" who his father was. And someone from that family wanted him. To be their own sweet boy, what they've always wanted, we can only hope and pray. Greg and Bethany could fight it if they wanted, but we've all been praying for Gods will for Zac, and this seems to be it. And they aren't about to fight Gods will. They both have the Peace That Passes Understanding. I do too, but I'm afraid if I think about it too much, I'm going to throw-up.
We've been sick more on than off since the day after Christmas, and the end of January and beginning of February have quite frankly sucked for various other reasons. B.'s grandma passing away, marriages crumbling, and now this to top it off.
Pray for Greg and Bethany. Pray for Zac. That as soon as he sees his new family, that it would be as if he's known them all along, and has been waiting for them.
And go hug your babies close.
Edited to add: Baby sister is my brother and sil's biological baby





