Yesterday, I found a sandwich packed for my work lunch along with a note from our 10-year-old foster son, Colton, on the kitchen table. The note was simple, with a few spelling mistakes, but it melted my heart.
We decided to become foster parents after years of struggling with infertility. We wanted to provide a stable, loving home for a child who needed one. Colton is a curious kid with a big heart. He loves riding his bike and helping in the kitchen. He dreams of becoming a chef. We have been fostering him for about a year now.
That note and sandwich weren’t just small gestures—they were a reminder of the bond we’ve built and the love he’s given back to us. It solidified what I’ve been feeling for months: he’s not just our foster son; he’s our son.
Today, my wife and I agreed to adopt Colton, and I couldn’t be more certain—it’s the best decision we’ve ever made. He doesn’t know about it yet. We’re preparing a surprise for him!
