I still remember the first time he held my hand…
he wouldn’t stop crying. 💔

Not because he was “too much”—
but because he had never been held like that before.

They said no one wanted him.
Too many risks. Too many unknowns.

But I didn’t see a problem—
I saw my son. 🤍

On the ride home, his tiny hands held on tight,
and I whispered, “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Today, he still cries sometimes…
but now it’s happy tears. ✨

He didn’t just change my life—
he gave it purpose. 💫