Tonight I saw an eleven year old boy swim for the first time. I wish you could have been there. He had the cutest, most innocent smile as he was surrounded by his five new siblings. I watched his new blonde brother patiently coax him in the water while his new momma held his hand. Then I saw him release and stand independently on the bottom of the pool floor while his face absolutely erupted with joy. This was the picture of a physical new birth this Easter evening right before my eyes. This eleven year old boy, who has waited far too long for a family, being accepted, loved, and wanted by his new tribe experiencing fully the benefits of being a loved and cherished son. It brought tears to my eyes. He waited eleven, long years, but all I could see in his eyes was pure JOY at being near to his people experiencing the water..a wanted treasure.
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