On September 13, 2006, I walked into the DHS office, not knowing what to expect, but excited all the same. It was after hours, so he wasn't hard to spot. The worker was standing there, holding what would be a gift from God that we never even asked for. (Sometimes, those are the best kind.) As I took the 8 week old baby from her arms, I remember thinking how tiny he was for an 8 week old. And ugly. And his color was wrong. And ugly.
and be utterly amazed.
For I am going to do something in your days
that you would not believe,
even if you were told."