With fostering, the firsts have a tendancy to hit you fast ... and hard. I just thought I'd share a few of Topher's with everyone:
The first time he responded to "I love you" ... that would be 2/3/10. My heart lept, and I told him so. Embarassed, it took him the better part of a week to say it again. That's fine. I still heard it!
The first time he actually called me "dad" ... 2/12. I told him he couldn't do something, and he texted his friend saying his dad wouldn't let him go :-)
When he told me I was the only adult he knew he could trust this last weekend, it was definately a first for me!
And when he broke my heart on Monday night, it was also a first.
I know he doesn't read my blog, but if he ever does, I want him to know: I never knew how bad it was, and I will do everything in my not inconsiderable power to keep it from ever being that bad again.
Together we'll survive!