Has it been THREE years???

Yes it has! It is three years since we nervously walked down the drive of Little Prince's foster mum's house, to meet our son for the first time. We had seen a few photos and seen a very short video - but this was IT! The meeting. The door to the house was open, and sat in the doorway was a small, blonde, curly haired, gorgeous little boy - MY SON :-) Words cannot describe the memories of that moment, that first sight of him. He stole my heart in that moment, and he still has it in his grubby, pudgy little hands :-) He glanced at us and scooted away in a crawl with one leg stuck out! We followed him into the lounge and I noticed that he had grabbed our Family Introduction Book (that we had sent to the foster mum a few days earlier) and thrown it across the room - he knew it was something to do with us and he wanted no part of it!! We sat in the foster mum's lounge, while her young (5 years ish) son and OUR son played on the floor. Little Prince wouldn't even look at us and seemed to have put a wide exclusion zone around us, that he wouldn't cross. He was VERY active, flitting from one toy to the next constantly, we have since learned that is how he reacts to stress, poor lad must have been scared silly. When it came time to take our leave, we were all in the tiny kitchen and our Social Worker asked why I didn't give him a hug - after all I was going to be his mum! I said I didn't want to scare him, but she encouraged me to try. That quick, snatched few second hug is still so special to me now - the very first time I held my boy :-) I'm filling up and feeling all sloppy now at the thought.