People ask now and then about our adoption stories, and I always refer them to the ‘Adoption’ category/tab at the top of the blog. Not too long ago I skimmed through the category myself and realized that although I blogged some about our 12 and 14 year old daughters’ adoption as it was in process, I never really wrote a whole coherent account. So here ya go.
Spring break, 2007. We were vacationing on the Oregon coast. One lazy afternoon I was doing a little blog-hopping, and visited the blog of a family who was then in Ethiopia to adopt a couple of kids. On the blog the dad shared a whole gallery of pictures of kids he’d met while he was there.
At that point John and I weren’t really talking about adopting again. We had 8 kids at that point, including 4 adopted, the youngest of whom was only 2 years old. But the pictures of those kids stopped me mid-click. There were a couple of adorable little girls, but one older girl’s picture literally left me with a catch in my throat. Her face looked familiar to me, almost like I was looking at my own child.
I emailed the friend about all three of the girls. Turned out that the two little ones already had families, but the older one didn’t, and she also had a younger sister, also pictured in that web post. My blog friend told me that the sisters were just delightful, that he’d been very impressed with them. In fact, he wished he and his wife could adopt them. But they were already in the midst of adopting two other children.
I brought my computer to John, heart moved, but also totally expecting him to tell me I was nuts for even thinking about adopting again. And I was honestly OK with that possibility. Instead he looked at their pictures, and read the description that my friend had written, and looked at the pictures again. “I wonder what their story is,” he said thoughtfully.
And we began to talk. And talk. With interest. With curiosity. With some caution. But also with a breathtaking amount of peace. Within a day or two, implausibly, amazingly, we’d decided to email the agency and find out more about the girls.
John and I have a great marriage, but we are both hard-headed, independent firstborns. We often reach agreement after an initial time of disagreement. Deciding to adopt our first son in 1998 was the most difficult decision we ever made as a couple. The 2007 adoption discussion was the polar opposite. The peaceful unity we felt immediately, and in the months that followed, was the most amazing thing we’d experienced in our whole marriage. It truly was the peace that passes understanding. I can only think it was God on the move in both our hearts.