The other day Zion and I were sitting together by the fire.
“Mommy,” he said. “When I was at —(the orphanage), I used to pray and pray for a phone. And I would pray for your number so I could call you and tell you, ‘I want to come home now, now, now.'”
Zion reminds me every day why all the prayers and work and tears going in to this second adoption are worth it: God is setting the lonely in families.