We have our new three year son in the back seat and we are driving to pick up our new fourteen month old son at his foster home. We had this sweet little boy in the back seat that was so happy that his baby brother was again going to be living in the same home as him that he cannot stop smiling.
We pulled up and unbuckled him from his car seat he held on to the stuffed animal that we just gave him tucked under his arm and he held both our hands as we walked up to the door. I tried to tell him he could leave the toy in the car but he thought someone would take it and it would not be there when he got back to the car. We rang the doorbell and the foster mom opened the door. You can tell she had been crying as her eyes were red and watery. She was so sad to see this sweet boy leave her home. He had only been here for a few months because his previous foster home had an unexpected death of the foster dad so he got moved over to this home.
We walked in and the whole foster family was there, the two little children that they fostered and adopted as well as their older children. Everyone was both happy and sad that he was leaving; they were happy he was going home to a forever family and that he was going to be with his brother. We stayed and visited with them for a little while; let them say their last good-byes. We then loaded our sons up in our care to take them home with us for the very first time.
We had a long ride ahead of us and these boys barely knew us. Luckily the oldest played with the baby all the way home. He did keep asking if we were really going to let them be in the same home. I do not know when he finally understood we were all in this together.