“Don’t do it. You won’t be able to handle those boys.”
My mother said it when I told her about them.

The file was brief.
Twin boys 👦👦.
Three years old. Down syndrome 💛. Separated twice. Quiet.
Needed routine. Needed patience. Needed someone who wouldn’t leave 🤍.

I read that last line… and signed my name.

The first weeks were hard.
Eli clung to my boots 🥾 like he was afraid I’d disappear.
Sam cried every time I stepped out of the room 😢.
I didn’t make big promises.
I didn’t know how the story would end.

I just stayed.
Day after day.

And one morning, they called me “Dad.”

Not because I was perfect.
Not because I had all the answers.
But because I never walked away.

Years later, those same boys stand beside me 💪✨—stronger, braver, and teaching me every day what real love looks like. They weren’t a challenge I had to face.

They were the best mission I ever completed ❤️.