Some of you may remember my post from a couple of months ago about my daughter intending to adopt a little boy, and I was worried because I thought I may not be able to love him. Most respondees said that I would , given time, and that I was 'overthinking' it.
UPDATE: This 2 year-old eventually arrived to live with my daughter, husband and their 5 year-old daughter at the end of November. Everything is going well. Their daughter accepts him, and is loving towards him. And he is a lovely little boy. A bit shy, a bit tearful now and then, but he laughs a lot too.
Christmas Eve - and we all go to a Carol Service at the local church. 'Away In A Manger' is sung, which always makes me tearful. I dig into my handbag for a tissue (feeling embarrassed) and new little grandson - sitting next to me - wants one too. Surreptitiously I wipe my eyes, when there is a little pat on my arm, and he reaches out and dabs my face with his tissue.
Oh! I liked him before, but this is my first moment of pure love for him.
You were all right - I would love him. And I do!
Happy Christmas!
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