Ten months ago this morning, we stood at the windows watching.

Watching for my guys to arrive home with Tate.

We had prayed for this precious boy for SO long!

God honored all those prayers that were said, and gave us a love for Tate that has never missed a beat.

I can hardly believe that at one time Tate was not here.

With us!

This boy is amazing in so many ways.

He lights up any room he is in with his endless dimply smiles.

He brightens the world of every single person he meets.

He is fearfully and wonderfully made by our Creator, in a very, very special way.

A way that his insides medically make little sense – especially when you see the strong healthy boy that Tate is on the outside.

Tate’s adjustment into our family is inspiring.

No surprise to us for such an amazing boy.

His English is coming along wonderfully.

Although there are still times when we are all looking at each other for a translation.

Eliza usually will see our confused faces, yell “Guys!”, and then proceed to tell us what Tate just said.

Tate’s security has grown by leaps and bounds, but it is still growing.

He asks me all day long “Hold you me, Mommy.”

What a privilege that is!

He likes his Mama to be in his sight.

But he is used to our schedule now and the things I normally leave home for – like date night.

When Tate’s security starts to slip, he goes back to the beginning and uses his sign language again.

Usually asking for food to make a pile with even though it is not time to eat.

Or he will just sit down REAL hard and let the tears fall.

There is not much that Tate fears.

The swimming pool is the only thing I can think of!

He does not feel secure in the pool because he is not strong enough yet.

But he likes to float!

He has gained SO much strength, balance and coordination in these last ten months!

We do not worry about him falling near as much any more, although we do have rules about stairs, and the bath tub.

Medically, Tate is stable at this time.

If we think about the unknown future of Tate’s medical status, we rest in the fact that Tate was fearfully and wonderfully made, and his Creator knows every hair on his head.

When I reflect on the complete leap of faith that we took to start a second adoption three weeks after being home with Eliza, I am so, so thankful that we did.

God knew!!

And now I know ALL that we would have missed out on if we had not said YES to this precious child!

He is a strong, brave, hero of mine.

And I cannot believe that he calls me Mommy.