I love the beautiful picture of adoption. It's incredibly close to my heart because I was adopted.
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| the month they brought me home |
My mom and dad already had a little boy, my older brother, but after his birth, they had 5 miscarriages and stillbirths. My mom was told they would never have another child, so to consider her son a blessing. That led mom and dad down the road to adoption, and to me.
As the story goes, (I have heard it 1000 times and still love hearing it) when my mom and dad got the call, on October 4th, 19 . . . (let's not disclose the year, haha) , they were told that there was a baby girl they could come look at and see if they were interested in adopting. My dad's response to DFCS was exactly this, "Come look at her? See if she fits our family? That's our baby, and we are on our way to pick her up!" And pick me up they did.
They drove down to the foster agency where a little foster baby was waiting, and they took me home! They had to stop on the way home to get diapers, and food and clothes. They were completely unprepared to be bringing a baby home, and they had nothing!
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| my dad and me! |
The next day was my oldest brother's 5th birthday party and boy were my aunts, uncles, and grandparents surprised when they arrived for more than just a 5th birthday party! They got to hold the new baby girl (me!). Mom has told me so many times that I was perfect; I smiled and didn't cry at all, even with all these new faces!
The best part of the story to me is this; Mom and Dad later went on to give birth to 2 more children, AFTER they adopted me. I have 2 younger brothers! I love knowing that God had my parents picked out for me, and that HE knew I wouldn't be the last of their children. It's so amazing to me, too, how much I am like my family. I am tall like my family, same coloring, eyes, etc!! God had it all planned out, He always does!
Adoption is also special to me because of our oldest son, D. I did give birth to D, but was divorced and a single mom by the time he was 18 months old. My amazing parents and brothers stepped right in and helped me raise him. I am blessed!
Then, when D was 3, I met and eventually married the man of my dreams. And that man adored my son, and adopted him as his own. And the crazy thing is, that D looks like Ray (my husband)! He is athletic like him, has the same sense of humor as him, even wears the same size shoe (14!)
From my side of the fence, I love seeing God work in my family. He knew from the start who my parents would be and who my son's parents would be... And even down to shoe size, God made things match.
