I was mesmerized sitting in my reading chair as a picture on the wall across the room caught my attention. My wife had recently hung our new family portrait in the middle of other random family photos. This time there was a fourth person, after fifteen years of there just being three of us. And the picture looked perfect. My soul was pleasantly surprised by a deep satisfaction that this is how our family should be. I contrasted this photo with our last family portrait and I realized that our family had been incomplete. We didn’t know it at the time. But in reflecting on our history together, it is as if we should have sensed a void, as if we were missing someone. And now, here he was, found, in the photo, making our picture, well, perfect. How did that happen? How did God bring a stranger into our lives and somehow make it feel like he’s been with us all along? It’s a strange thing, to love someone right away, almost as a decisive action, almost out of natural human affection, but also somewhat removed, as if God were loving this kid through me even when I was too human to bond with someone in such a short time. I wonder if there are any more kids out there who will join our family. Would that mess up what seems so perfect right now? Let me define the word perfect. Perhaps “Perfect” is not keeping something the way it is, but a moment when something becomes what it was supposed to be.