The one person who never faltered in our wait for Cici was Buddy. He never got jaded. He never lost hope. He just waited.
Over the many, many years of waiting, we'd often be going about our day running errands or shuttling to or from school when I'd hear Buddy say from the backseat, when Cici comes are we going to....?
He never really questioned whether she was going to join our family but often questioned when she was going to join our family. And now at the ripe old age of 8 and 1/2 he has finally become a BIG BROTHER.
He is always there to hold her hand in the car and I often hear him telling her how much he loves her. Last night he was remarking about how weird it felt to be someone's big brother. It was cute.
Today he starts 3rd grade. The last stop in our elementary school. He and his buds are the kings of the castle this year and I can't believe that time has gone by this fast. I am so proud of my caring, sweet, generous, little boy who is quickly turning into a big kid. I tried to give him a hug and a kiss goodbye this morning and he wriggled right out of my arms and turned his head so I could only kiss his hair as I went to leave the school.
I love you my sweet boy. Never change. You are simply the best.