I first met my grandson Owen eight weeks after he arrived in this world. And, on the same day that he arrived in the lives of my daughter, Cassie, and her husband, Nick.
Owen came into their lives as a little fellow needing a home where he would receive loving care. Cassie and Nick were his foster parents. Candace and I were excited to meet him. We both remember seeing him that first time when Cassie and Nick brought him to our home.
I was excited. I hoped that they would be able to adopt him. In the months ahead, I kept believing it would happen. That’s what I would say when I prayed. I believe.
More than a year later, it was official. Done. Owen was Cassie and Nick’s son and he was our grandson.
I believed it would happen. As time passed and I was with him more and more, I knew that I could not bear any other result.
During that early time in Owen’s life, it was Candace who spent much more time with Owen. I was working, still. My job was one that required much commitment and time. But, I knew Owen enough to know that I wanted him as my forever grandson.
There is something important that I need to add here. Along the way, just a couple of months before Owen’s adoption was finalized, Cassie gave birth to my grandson Archer. Good times just kept getting better.
Owen is turning four this month. He is a big brother to Archer. He is a son to Cassie and Nick. He is a grandson to us. We do not take that lightly. Owen was intensely loved and wanted. I say that God delivered Owen to the parents who needed him. And, Owen was needing them. That is what I believe.
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