Dream comes true

Well, little Jude, who was sleeping through the night for someone else in Ethiopia, is doing anything but here at home.

He is up a lot at night, not for very long, just often.

Somedays, he isn't a big fan of napping either.

For the last ten days or so, he has also taken to screaming at me when he doesn't get what he wants when he wants it.

Let's just say it has been a little rough.

Yesterday, when I laid Jude down for a nap he was very upset, so I laid down on the bed and patted him. He reached over the side of his co-sleeper and grabbed my arm.

I just laid there and cried. Happy tears.

Before we got our referral, I had a dream.

A dream of a little brown hand laying on my forearm; no face, no arm, just a hand.

Why the tears? It was Jude's hand, in that exact position.

I felt such a wave of encouragement.

A reminder of who put him in that co-sleeper.

Thanks Dad.