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6 years ago today

we met them.

we had waited almost three years for the answer to how we were going to be parents.

and this day, six years ago, we met our answer.  three answers actually.

here are the details for that day.

“and where was i before the day

that i first saw

your lovely face

now i see it everyday

and i know

that i am, i am

the luckiest”

ben folds

we went to meet our children yesterday. well, they aren’t officially ours yet, but we are really hoping and praying that they become our children. we drove to their foster home. it’s about an hour away from our home. and, it’s in the middle of nowhere. i am not complaining about that. i can’t. some people travel half way around the world to meet their children!

the ride down is hard to describe. josh attempted a couple of times to pray out loud for us, but the emotion of it was overwhelming to me. i didn’t want to show up at the door with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. i had been praying in my head. and i knew so many of you were praying too. thank you for that. we could feel it. the whole day felt covered.

so the drive was filled with much anticipation, but no expectation. we didn’t know what to expect. we had seen a picture of the children. but, it was a black and white photocopy, and the kids are biracial so it was hard to tell what they looked like.

we also had no idea how they’d react to us. we went just as people who are coming over to play for awhile, not as maybe ‘mom’ and ‘dad’. we were just josh and kirsten, wanting to get to know them a little and have fun.

when we got there and pulled in the driveway, josh said he could see little faces looking out the window. we smiled at each other and asked one another if we were ready to do this. we were. without a doubt. we made our way to the door and we could hear little voices waiting behind it. the tears started to come. the door opened and there they were. three little faces. well, at first we could only see two because the middle one was hiding behind foster mom. but, there they were. and they were gorgeous. they are just gorgeous.

they were shy at first, not wanting to say hi or talk to us at all. foster mom was really great, encouraged them to get some toys out to show us. that opened a window for us to begin to interact with them. within five minutes of being there, we were playing and giggling. we started taking some pictures and boy did they love being in front of the camera.

we were playing with a barnyard set. they were being silly pretending the rooster was a cow and that the sheep said moo. then they were saying the baby, who is a boy, was a girl. i asked them what i am and the oldest one, the girl, said i was a boy. we laughed. i asked her again. again she said i was a boy. i giggled and told her i was a girl. she said, “no, you a mother.” it didn’t really hit me then, but josh mentioned it on the way home and it blew me away.

we talked about toys they like, what they do at Sunday school, what shows and songs they like. we saw their bedroom. we looked at a photo album their foster mom had put together. various pictures of holidays and church activities and birthday parties. it was neat to get a glimpse into the past year of their life.

foster mom shared with me what foods they like, what their napping schedule is. when they go to bed, when they wake up. she told me how they do at the doctors and in the car. how she bathes them and cares for their skin and hair.

the talking and giggling and playing soon turned into hugs and kisses and sitting on laps. at one point the middle child sat on my lap for at least 20 minutes straight. i didn’t want him to feel like he had to stay there so i kept giving him opportunities to get up. but, he stayed. most of the time it just felt normal, but sometimes it would hit me, “i am holding you because you are going to be my son.”

we continued to take pictures. it was so much fun to see their eyes light up each time we pulled out the camera. we have some of the cutest pictures of them being silly with josh. again, it all seemed so normal, and then it would hit me, “i am taking pictures of them with josh because he is going to their dad.” it was amazing.

we were there for two hours. we could have stayed for ten. it seemed so surreal that i had to keep telling myself to drink it all in. this is what we had been waiting for for two and a half years. they were strangers yesterday when we arrived at 3pm, but as i held them and kissed them, it felt like i had known them forever. in the past i couldn’t picture our home with three little children living in it and now i can’t picture it without them here. it just fits, perfectly.

the plan is to go back next weekend. and in the meantime, we have bedrooms to set up, furniture to paint and rearrange, lots of kid and baby things to purchase. but most of all, i think we’ll spend time being thankful. it is astounding to us that out of all the people in the world, God would choose us to parent these children. they are a huge gift and we have a huge responsibility ahead of us. we are so excited. and you know what, no longer scared. God is so good, we are filled with anticipation for all that is to come. so much anticipation that i really had a hard time sleeping last night. i couldn’t get their faces out of my head. we are so blessed.

we are the luckiest.

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the big…35

35 years old.  me.

oh.  my.  word!

how did this happen?

35 seems like the real deal.  35 seems like an adult age.  but i don’t quite yet feel like an adult.

about 15 or so years ago, i was babysitting for a family whose mom was around 35.  they had a house, three kids, and a mini~van.  and she seemed so grown~up to me.  now i have a house, three kids, and a mini~van, but i don’t think i seem that grown~up.

this day has been coming, for 35 years in fact, and i’ve been approaching it from two camps.  camp dread and camp bold.

camp dread locks me into regret.  i’m 35.  i’m out of shape.  i bite my nails(oh the shame that comes with typing that).  i don’t have enough patience with my children.  i don’t have enough patience with my husband.  i don’t love any of them really, really well.  i’m not the best friend i could be to my best friend.  i lack self~confidence.  i’m too introverted.  i don’t always follow through with what i say i’m going to do(hence being out of shape and biting my nails).  i have lots of unfinished projects.  i’m fairly unorganized.  i’m not as involved as i should be at church, at school. i spend too much time with people who hurt me with their words and inaction.  yes, inaction.  and i let their words and inaction take a toll on my mind, my heart, and my joy.  i don’t celebrate enough, my salvation and what God has called me to do on this earth.  i don’t spend enough time in the Word.  i don’t always practice what i preach(especially with my children).  Jesus isn’t always my everything.

camp bold gives me freedom.  it reminds me that i am a child of God,  the creator of the universe.  my Heavenly Father made me.  made me.  knows me, inside and out.  knows my camp dread, and encourages me to come over to His side.  camp bold helps me approach 35 boldly.  i can’t go back and change anything that has happened before today.  but, i can start today, to make change.

i’m learning to speak up.  i’m learning to put boundaries in place.  and to keep them there.  i’m learning i don’t have to do what makes everyone else happy.  i am learning to do what needs to be done for my family and myself.  i’m learning to celebrate who i am, who God made me to be.  i’m learning that i can try again to get in shape and to stop biting my nails.  i can try again to get organized.  i can be more involved at church and at school.  i’m learning that it’s okay to admit my faults, boldly, openly.  i’m learning to embrace more the need to let go of myself and my tendency toward selfishness, and to more fully embrace Christ and the way He selflessly lived, and died.

and i’m coming to the understanding that 35 is good.  that much has been accomplished in these past 35 years.  and that every day i am who He has made me to be.

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salvation at an early age

i asked Jesus to be my Savior when i was 5.  when i hear people share of their redemption at an older age, i feel a bit of jealousy.  my story doesn’t seem as special or important, having known Jesus since i was so young.

i often wonder what that would feel like, having not a clue about Him, and learning about Him one day.  it would be amazing.  this man, who came so many years ago, not knowing Him for so long and then finally, salvation! i often wonder what it would be like to have been down a really rocky path of my own choosing, to come to the end and find a loving Savior waiting there for me.  these stories are exciting to me.  so foreign from my own.

and when someone who has one of those amazing stories hears my story, it is amazing to them.  they can’t imagine what it would be like to have known this loving Savior for so long.  they wonder what it would be like to have been spared from some of the pain and heartache and despair they experienced in their journey.  they wonder if they would have turned out differently, if their lives would look different.

my children have all accepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior, at an early age, in our home. for a moment today part of the reality of that became overwhelming to me.  they will never have to know life without Him.  their eternity is secured, already.  and i know where they are going when they leave this earth.  and i know whenever that happens, i will see them again.

and sure they may wonder, once they’re older, what it would be like to have come to know Him at an older age.  but they also, like me, will come to see the beauty in knowing Him for so long.  and they will understand, like me, the sweet, sweet salvation story of the Lord capturing their hearts at such a tender age.  and as their mom, i am so grateful to my God for getting a hold of them when He did.

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it's been a month

and some have wondered where we’ve been.  we’re still here!  we’ve been really busy.  and now that it’s been a month, i’m not sure what all to write about. i’ll get you updated somehow, i promise.  maybe i’ll work on that tonight.  thanks for wondering about us!

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i took my monkeys to see the monkeys

the boys and i went to the rainforest friday.  we saw some of the neatest things.  i should have written down all of the animals we took pictures of, but i didn’t think about it until we got home.  we wanted to share some of the pictures with you.

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we really love these monkeys.

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they are always taking care of each other.

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wilbur thought it was so cute when they hugged.

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and then kissed.

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he thought it was funny when they did this.

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orville thought it was funny too.

mommy did not.

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next we made our way the orangutans.  they were very active.  one of the females, kayla, was visiting with one of the zoo workers.  he was showing her his iphone.

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she seemed to really like it.

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she reached out to him.

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and she smiled.

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the boys got in on the action.

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kayla reached out to wilbur.

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he mimicked her.

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orville reached out to her too.

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then kayla bonded with this lady.  she gave me her email address so i could send the photos to her.  she was so excited about their interactions, but disappointed her son wasn’t there to see.  in this photo she and kayla were sticking their tongues out at each other.

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then they made kind of serious faces.

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then they kissed the window.

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they touched hands.

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kayla was very happy.

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she moved away from that part of the windows.  

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she visited with her male friend tiram.

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and then the unthinkable.  she picked up a piece of poop.

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and threw it at the window, right at the head of this boy who was waving at her.

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yes, poop.  

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and then, she smelled her fingers.  

it was hysterical.

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and the boys slept all the way home.

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that night, orville found this pile of wilbur’s clothes on the floor in their room.  he yelled out, “oh no, wilbur’s gone. look he’s not here.  we can’t find him.  he’s all gone.”  we found wilbur.  he was in the bathroom. he had to go so bad when he was changing into his pajamas that he just left his clothes in a pile in the middle of his room. and orville thought he disappeared.

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