• double digits

    i found some paperwork from before we met you.  notes i had taken during conversations with your social worker. “he’s a monkey”, is something i had written down. even then, at 2, you were silly and funny and making people laugh. today, you’re 10. typing that takes my breath away.  makes my throat tighten up. how did 10 arrive so quickly? you are a miracle, my sweet boy. this whole abuse, neglect, adoption thing~you’ve been dealt the most difficult hand. the difficulty with words, the fears, the worries, the lingering effects of the trauma~you deal with it all, every day. and it’s hard. and it hurts. and you keep going.…

  • angel

    he sat across from us in the counselor’s office waiting room. he was probably 5 and a half feet tall.  probably in his early teens. his skin was a smooth, very light tan.  his hair was short, but wavy. he looked sweet.  he looked sad.  he looked like a confused and hurting little boy. he was wearing an orange shirt and pants, the kind people wear in juvenile detention. he was in trouble. he broke my heart. his dad accompanied him, but sat with a seat in between he and his son. no words or glances were exchanged during their 45 minute wait for the therapist.  they had come early.…

  • one down, two to go

    we had our first home study visit tonight.  our first of three.  and it was good. we were finishing dinner when she, the adoption assessor, arrived.  i invited her to join us at the table.  she did.  we were mostly finished so in just a few minutes, the kids were asking to be dismissed and we adults settled in for a long question and answer session. lots of questions. how did you meet? what’s your relationship like? what are your strengths as a couple? what are some of your common interests? how do you handle conflict? what roles do you each play in your relationship? what are some difficulties you’ve…

  • for you

    whoever you are. wherever you are. this summer’s for you. we’re preparing our home, preparing our hearts, trying to wrap our minds around(which we can’t) your arrival. no lazy summer days here. we’re painting, cleaning, organizing, rearranging. because we’re getting ready for you. we’re waiting for you. our home is changing. our lives are changing. our five is getting ready to grow into we don’t know how many. but it will grow because of you. and we’re open. and we’re excited. and we’re uncertain. and we’re hopeful. and we’re trusting. trusting in the One who has a great plan for us all. and it’s all for Him. and it’s all…