So I posted a couple of months ago about the kid who'd been brought here and passed around, and it looked like I'd have to return him... well, our instinct to hold off on taking him back with us found some hold in the universe, because a family that had agreed to temporarily foster him decided that he could be a permanent part of their family. He's been there about 6 weeks now, and I got an email today that made me weepy:
Things are going very well. [He] is adjusting to life [here]. I continually reinforce with him that we are not going to give him back. We all love him. He has realized the importance of education and now brings his homework to me, rather than making me nag him to get it started. Last night he had to create slides for a power point presentation about himself. One of the slides was to be a family tree. I was a bit concerned about how he would get through this, and nearly broke into tears of joy when he immediately offered the names of our kids, [my husband], and myself.
I'm so grateful for the people with wisdom and open hearts.