My son finally came for his first home visit in two and a half years. I have had to endure many terrible emotions since he was take but through it all I have waited patiently and hopeful for his return. Well he has not came home for good but he did get a weekend visit. It did us all a world of good and I still can not believe that I got to see my baby boy. His older brother that is usually very depressed and secluded, actually smiled and had a good time. I never saw him so happy, not since before his brother was taken and put in a group home. My youngest visiting son helped me clean, wash clothes, played cards, made his room his own and even cooked me sunday breakfast. Although I slept in and so he ate it instead, lol. We did not get to do as much as what we planned to do but we did bond a lot. We did not want to say farewell today and I almost cried so hard but I have to hope for more time in the future. This will be a step in getting my son home for good and try to patch up our broken family that has had so many ups and downs.