So, the cat has escaped the bag: we are adopting again. Two more boys will be joining our family in the Spring.
Yes, again.
Yes, two.
We were on a break. Adoption was not on our minds, in our discussions, or even within the "5-year plan."
Our plan was to continue to enjoy our 'perfect' 4-bedroom home in Roseville as a family of 8 until either Justin or Caitlin, or both, decided it was time to leave the nest. We both knew adoption would return to our family, we just assumed it would be later. We told each other, family, and friends, "We are still young. So in the next 5 years or so when our oldest are ready to leave we will probably adopt again."
That was
our plan. But I seem to recall my plan of being "done" after two little girls. And then being "done" after two little girls and one precious little boy.
Around the time Ty came home I came to the realization that my expectation of how things were going to go was just not worth the mental and emotional effort. Things were much easier, more beautiful, and far more rewarding when I lay my own expectations down and sought the will of my Father.
So, here we are again, surrounded by miracles. I can't share pictures of our boys here just yet. But I can tell you the crazy story of how this all came to be. As usual, it is a long story. But that's partly because we are so dense. You would think it would easy for us by now to see things coming. But we were enjoying our break a little too much.
This has a lot to do with how we came to list and sell our house. And how we came to purchase the house we bought. But we didn't know it at the time.
So dense.
Remember, this was not our plan. We didn't think we needed 6 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. We thought we were finally going to realize our dream of owning acreage. When we decided to sell the house we were NOT thinking of our next adoption. Our search criteria was literally 2-3 bedrooms, 1-2 bathrooms, beat up, ugly, old and outdated (yes those were words we used with our realtor), and the most important part: 1-5 acres. We wanted a tiny, ugly, outdated structure we could cram our giant family into while we built the dream house.
Our plan.
In that blog post on May 24th I even stated: "
we are not starting another adoption if that is what you are interpreting here."
So dense.
June 4th, the day I recorded in my journal that our offer on our current home had been accepted I mentioned a strange 'adoption itch.' It was a very clear and specific premonition that we were going to adopt not one, but two children from the China Special Needs program. I mentioned an assumption that January would make the most sense but was at least wise enough to add that my expectations never seem to line up with God's plans.
The very next day Brad and I had a random conversation about the possibility of another adoption. This was not the time to be discussing adoption. We were literally in the middle of a move. But the conversation just flowed. I even shared my feeling from the day before of adopting more than one child. Brad was not immediately on board. But the fact that he didn't freak out was downright out of character. At one point he leaned over to kiss me and say, "I love that this is where we are: we can have a discussion about adopting TWO more children and I'm not freaking out."
By June 11th, Brad's side of the conversation had reached the point of, "We should start studying Mandarin again." This 'idea' was not going away.
June 15th I had the strangest experience of having a song that I still cannot name stuck in my head the entire day. One line that I know I have heard but cannot place played again and again in my mind, "And then I saw your face." I can hear the melody, but I still cannot name the song or any of the other lyrics. I left the house for a run after the kids were in bed that night and it played in my mind again. I stopped and look upward to say through a chuckle, "Okay, I'm ready Heavenly Father. If you want to show me the face of an orphan I'm ready. Just please help Brad be ready to hear about it."
Brad was out of town. The morning of the 16th he went for a run too. During his run he could not stop crying. He felt completely overwhelmed by the Spirit and could not explain why. That same afternoon I got on Facebook during nap time and felt prompted to click on a link a friend had shared. I saw the face of a boy. My boy. Or at least a boy that I knew was calling to me. Remember,
we've done this before. I showed Brad when he got home. He had the same feeling. We knew the boy in these pictures. We recognized him. And we knew we were being urged forward. It's hard to explain, but when we see our boy's pictures, we just know. Even Xylon, who did not end up being our son, had this same effect.
We chose an agency and got started. June 28th I saw the face of a second boy in an email our agency sent out. The details are special, so I wont be sharing the whole story. But Brad had been talking about the name 'Aiden' relentlessly, and when I saw this boy's video, I knew he was meant to be our Aiden.
Brad still wasn't ready for the idea of two boys. He watched the videos and reviewed Aiden's information with me. He just wasn't ready. But I knew Aiden was our second boy. We agreed to be patient and pray.
Two days later there was a twist in the road. The day we got the keys to our new home I ran across a blog post about the first boy we had seen. The boy that Brad and I had agreed to pursue. That little blog post spurred a flurry of questions that ended two days later in our decision he was not meant for our family.
But, in searching for information online about this first boy, I ran across an advocacy Facebook page where he and other children were listed. Because I had joined the group to gain access, I continued to see other children's pictures pop up. And two days later I saw the information of another boy. I immediately requested information from the agency advocating for him. And by that afternoon I had pictures, videos, and medical info. This literally happened the day of our move. I mentioned him to Brad, but we were moving. There was no time to show him pictures or talk.
I want to pause a moment to share that all of this time I felt there were two boys. Brad wasn't ready. So I prayed. Every time I asked that Brad be given the same confirmation I had, I felt impressed with, "When he see's them, he will know."
That night, Friday July 1, after having loaded our moving truck and putting the kids to bed in our empty house on mattresses on the floor, Brad and I went to my parents to do some laundry. (Well meaning friends had put the clothes set aside for the next day into the moving truck.) As we lay on the floor, exhausted, Brad asked to see the videos I had received. It was an immediate recognition. Brad explained that watching the videos immediately opened his heart to both boys. We both knew. As we drove home Brad spoke this boy's name, "Nathan."
There have been many other little miracles in this whirlwind experience. Too many to share. But all have been generous little confirmations that a higher power is at work. Nathan, 13, and Aiden, 9, will be coming home in the spring. As soon as we have PA from China I will start sharing pictures and stories.
Driving home tonight Brad was talking about the boys and began to cry as he said, "I didn't realize I was so ready to be done with the break."
It was a nice little break.