Adoption Chills

I'm not going to say what's going on until I find out if anything is going on, but suffice it to say I got my first case of what I will call "Adoption Chills" today. Of course, my Adoption Chills were swiftly followed by about 18 million "Adoption Questions", but I think that might just be the way of it. :) Hopefully, I'll have something to share soon.

Heart for Adoption, part 2

My (now) husband and I talked about kids early on in our dating relationship. He had a nephew and two nieces that he was crazy about. I had always loved kids and quickly came to love the kids in his family and I'll just take this bias, but uncontested point of view since it's my blog, that I very quickly surpassed him as their favorite. :) Aside from a brief stint that I did working at Staples in high school every single job that I had ever had involved working with kids. I knew that I wanted kids someday and as luck would have it he did too. I would have hated to say goodbye to those blue blue eyes. Hubba hubba.

I remember even as we were dating talking about adoption. I read in my studies that African American children, boys in particular, were the hardest demographic of children to place into families. I remember the surge of pain that I felt in my heart at the injustice, ignorance, and idiocy that would keep those children out of families. I knew that those "babies" needed to be loved. I knew that I could love them. I told "Daddio" about it and he was equally outraged. I don't remember his exact words, but it was something to the effect of "we'll take 'em!"

In hindsight, I know it wasn't the most poetic of ways to make a decision and at the time it wasn't even really a conscious decision, but I think at that time something was sealed on our hearts between us and God. Maybe a cheesy way of looking at it is to say that when we acknowledged that there were children out there who were "precious in His sight" and that we had the capacity (the responsibility even) to love them he showed us a door to a room inside of us that we hadn't even known was there, but had been slowly being built over the years by our various experiences. He showed us the door to the room that was for our adopted children to be, it couldn't be filled by anyone else except them and it would wait there, inside us, the door shut until the time was right for Him to open it and bring them home.

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update many months later...so the blog was secret first...hence calling my husband "Daddio" hence extreme creepiness hence "outing" my blog so I could use our real names!