We Adopted a 3-Year-Old Boy – When My Husband Went to Bathe Him for the First Time, He Shouted, “We Must Return Him!”

My husband, Mark, and I had faced years of heartache in our journey to become parents. After enduring countless rounds of infertility treatments, we made the difficult but hopeful decision to adopt. Each stage of the adoption process tested us—there were interviews, home inspections, and seemingly endless waiting. Some days, I wondered if we’d ever be chosen, if I’d ever get the chance to hold my own child. But then came the day we met Sam. The moment I saw him—a little boy with curious, ocean-blue eyes that seemed to reach straight into my soul—I knew he was meant to be ours.

Mark and I went to meet him together at the adoption agency, hearts racing as we walked down the hallway toward the meeting room. I clutched a tiny blue sweater we’d picked out just for him, a small token of love and the promise of a new beginning. “Are you nervous?” I asked, glancing at Mark, who wore a calm expression, though his clenched hands gave him away. This was a life-changing moment, and both of us felt the weight of it.

When we stepped into the room, Sam looked up, meeting my gaze with those captivating eyes, and offered a shy smile. I knelt down beside him, my voice soft and steady. “Hi, Sam. I’m your mom. Would you like to come home with us?” In response, he reached out, his tiny hand slipping into mine. In that gentle touch, I felt a bond form, something beyond words. Mark, standing beside me, watched with a look of quiet joy, the tension melting from his face as he took in the scene. I knew we were about to begin something truly beautiful.

During the car ride home, Sam clutched a little stuffed elephant we’d brought for him, occasionally making adorable, trumpet-like sounds as he mimicked the toy. Mark would laugh softly from the driver’s seat, and I found myself watching them both, feeling my heart overflow with a happiness I’d dreamed of for so long.