Who knew fingerprints = fun??

We were very blessed last night by an amazing act of kindness. A friend of ours from church is a local police officer. He found out that we needed our fingerprints for the adoption paperwork and said he would do them for us. First, this was huge because he did it for free - which is about a $40 saving - yes, it can cost that much to get fingerprints taken. Second, he went above and beyond and gave us an amazing "family outing".

After Jon and I were done with our fingerprints, he let Caleb have at it - and oh did Caleb have fun! We were then taken on a tour of all the police squad cars and all of the fire department trucks. Caleb got to sit in just about every vehicle and even learned how to turn the lights on in the squad cars (which he promptly did over & over). Caleb was like a kid in a candy shop, except I didn't have to worry about cavities with this one! Jon and I were grinning the whole time and absolutely loved watching the excitement in Caleb's eyes.

Thank you to our friend, Andy,
a hundred times over!!!

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