I guess the title says it all. We were not chosen to be the adoptive family for the little 5 yr old boy. As much as I wasn't sure about this being the right thing I was pretty disappointed when I got the call. Oh well, right? What else can I say...I guess it will happen when it's meant to happen, hopefully.
Brayden asked again tonight when his sister is coming. Well, soon I hope. Then he asks me, "Did you ask Heavenly Father if she can come now?" I tell him, "Of course" and he wonders, "What is taking so long? Can she hurry?"
Oh, my dear boy, I wish she would hurry too. We'll keep asking!