Sad Eyes. That will be his blog name. He is my new 6 year old foster son, the youngest of the two boys. He is precious and adorable. He also has a speech delay and the biggest saddest eyes that I have ever seen. I hope and I pray we can help him, so that I get to see those eyes sparkle someday. He has witnessed and been through so much in his short little life. It’s time we fill it with some happy! Time for some joy!
I held him while he cried and cried and sobbed and sobbed tonight. It was the mournful sounds of grief. A sound I have made before, but I have never heard a child make it. It was the sound of broken. It broke me too.