Today, I am grateful for crazy.
I am grateful for the insane notion that would lead a seemingly "finished" family to think there was more room at the table. I am grateful for the lunacy that it obvious when sensible people wade into the wilds of foster-adoption. I am grateful for the brand of nonsense that says four boys in a row is not something to regret, avoid or be pitied.
I am grateful for crazy. Crazy has given me a family that now boasts brown eyes mingled among the greys, blues and greens. Crazy has given me a chance to experience faith in a context henceforth unknown to me. Crazy has given me hope. Crazy has given me Jo, Atticus, Logan and Oliver.
And today, crazy has given me Manolin; fifteen or so pounds of four month-old baby boy, wrapped in a blinding haze of giggles.
Thank God for crazy.
1 Cor 3:18 (NIV) Do not deceive yourselves. If any one of you thinks he is wise by the standards of this age, he should become a "fool" so that he may become wise.