Happy New Year ... 2008!

We feel that 2007 has been good to us and we are expecting great things for the new year. Here are just a few random photos of Christmas...

I just love the way the snow lays perfectly on everything. And when you look at it at night when a light shines on it, it sparkles everywhere...as if it's not real or part of a movie set.

This Aspen tree is barren now, but in the Spring it will quickly start it's foliage of it's stunning leaves. I'm so glad that the previous owners planted lots of trees early on. Our family is benefiting from their efforts.

Our friends, Deron & Monica from Los Angeles were so thoughtful in planning part of their Christmas Vacation with us. It was hard letting them go, but I know we will see each other often. Their baby boy was so much fun to have in the house...and so adorable!

For those of you cat owners, you know that whatever is going on in the house that is new, that is where the cat will be. She loves the sound of paper and ribbon and stood guard next to the wrapped presents for me so that the boys didn't see. She's a very loyal friend.

Again, Sadie was the loyal guard of the presents. Check out her night vision!

The boys on Christmas morning...

Brandon's new hobby...sculpting

Not bad for his very first bust sculpting. No, this is not me. Well, maybe in the mornings.

Our Ethiopian Church

Ethiopian Evangelical Church of Denver

Today I took my 12 year old to visit our nearest Ethiopian Church while David stayed home with our sick 10 year old. It was indeed a different experience. Two weeks ago I was dropping off mail at the Post Office and noticed the guy who served me had an accent that I knew was from Africa. I asked him where he was from and he joked for a while and said he was from here. He finally told me that he was from Ethiopia and my mouth dropped. Never have I met anyone from Ethiopia before. Never! And now I meet one in my home town. He was so kind to me. He said I should visit his church where his brother was the pastor and it was the same church that I've been looking at on line for a few weeks now. I had decided that the girls need an Ethiopian Church Home as well as our regular church. What a sweetheart he was and I was surprised at how grateful he was when I told him we were adopting 2 girls from his homeland.

So we pull up and my son asks if we will be the only white people there. I say maybe, but there may be some other "Caucasians" there too. We were the only white-folk there so that was a change for us. I told Brandon to imagine what the minority feels when they are in a crowd with a bunch of white people. Regardless of the numbers, I felt totally comfortable and happy to be there. Cause we're all praising the same God. And although the entire service was in Amharic, I knew what they were saying. They also had a translator through my headphones, so that helped. As we sat down, the Senior Pastor came directly to us without skipping a beat and introduced himself. He asked what brought us to his church and before I finished the sentence, he shook my hand and told us what a blessing we are to those 2 girls. What I am learning is to not be afraid of what I think the Ethiopian people are going to think about us adopting one of their own. I've been a little nervous about what they would think, but I am so grateful about how they really feel. I have been ignorant about the culture and thinking it was going to be similar to African American culture.......it is so NOT. They share the same skin color and Africa, but the 2 cultures are extremely different. They are probably reading this right now and thinking, you've got to be kidding me. I'm just being very honest here and not acting like I knew everything about all this. But you just don't ever think of these things until they are up front and center in your life. I mean, there were about 500 people at this service and me being the only white gal there, and I was wondering where they all came from if I'd never met an Ethiopian before 2 weeks ago. Sometimes we just need to open our eyes a little more.

Pastor sat me where his brother, Mesfin, sits and said with a sparkle in his eye, that it was his brother who brought him to the Lord. We both laughed and agreed that God is funny that way. When Mesfin arrived, he seemed happy that we were there and helped me to understand what was going on. We sent Brandon to his Youth Service that was in English. Most things about the service were different for me, the music, the language, the beauty of the people, the warmth I felt...you just don't find that in other churches. It is their culture.

New people in the service were asked to stand and introduce themselves if they'd like. They say their name and what brought them here today. So when I introduced myself and said I am here because my new friend invited me when he heard I was adopting 2 Ethiopian girls, I wish you could have seen their faces as they all turned to look at me as I said it. The smiles and the look they gave was full of warmth and acceptance. You had to have been there, but it was just another example of how much they truly are happy about us adopting one of their own. I felt humbled and unworthy at the same time. The Pastor said, "Well, as you look around, you can see how your girls will grow up to be beautiful people who love God". I felt the love in that room. It was just really a wonderful experience to add to this unbelievable journey we are on.

Brandon's time with the Youth Group was to my surprise really great. He made several friends and even exchanged phone numbers. That didn't even happen at our church. Brandon had such a good time that he said he wanted to go back.

After the service we met a few people and they said they would introduce us to injera. Said it was a must. Of course this is their daily staple of flat bread that looks like a very thin pancake.

Thank you Pastor Endeshaw and Mesfin...what blessings you are to the church and us.

Another Step Closer

It's a small step, but nonetheless, closer. My "Certified Copy of my Birth Certificate" has come. I've just never had one, or rather, lost it decades ago. So this has been an issue with many things that I've needed and didn't have the original certificate. I went ahead and ordered 3 of them so I can end up with one extra in my files at home. I can't wait for the holidays to pass so I can get some more paperwork going.

Why Ethiopia? Another Reason...

While doing some of my regular research, I often come across rather harsh realities as to what is really going on in the lives of these children and women. It takes your breath away when you find out what is happening to these little tiny children day in and day out. I've read numerous articles on these problems and thought I would post one here. Read the second article... read this. I'd love to hear your comments after you read this. Y'all are so shy about commenting...let's talk!

As I read this, I picture a child in my mind, any child, and wonder how this could be happening. Imagine YOUR 2 year old walking a mile or so carrying jugs of water to and from daily. What would that do to their growing bones? To their childhood, what childhood? Imagine your little girl in the 6th grade giving birth and watching her die in front of you cause her little body is too immature to push a baby through. This is as common as your little 2 year old falling down every day. This is not just in a tiny part of Africa or part of Ethiopia. It is prevalent and it is hard to swallow.

This.....is why Ethiopia. Just one of our reasons. But a good one.

A Sign Post Moment...Our 2004 African Trip

A Sign Post moment can be described as a time when you know that this moment or this experience is "marking" a turn of events, or something significant that you know will play an important role in your life and future. If you're lucky, you know it right then and there. But sometimes you don't know it's a "Sign Post" until later on when you put the pieces together and you see the signs along the way have led you to where you are now. You know that this moment is something way bigger than you. That is a Sign Post moment.

My friend and mentor, Rhonda Anderson, who is the co-founder of Creative Memories teaches about these Sign Posts. She is a woman who I admire greatly, she is just so "real". She has an incredible story of her 2 adoptions from India that are just heart wrenching...her adopted girls are about 19 and 20 now and are doing wonderful things with their life. She wants us to Tell Our Stories Through Our Pictures so that our children's children can tell their story. If you think about it, they won't have too much of a "story" if they don't have "our" story too. She points out that it is a love story to our children and as we write to them in these photo albums, we are leaving a legacy of love and of who they are...as it is told by the only one who could truly tell it. She taught me what these Sign Posts mean. Rhonda writes...

I love what Allan Wright says, “You will never fully harness the power of your miraculous moments until you communicate them with someone else.”

This is why I like to write. This is why I share our journey with whomever would like to know about it. I've always had this part of Nelson Mandela's speech in my head about playing it small in your life. We moved to Colorado so that we could get out of our comfort zone. Shake it up a bit. Play life bigger than we were....

Nelson Mandela writes...

"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some; it is in everyone. And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

--Nelson Mandela, 1994 South African Presidential Inaugural Speech

The picture above is the first picture I took while my husband and I were in Botswana, Africa. We went there on a mission trip with 84 other people from our last church when we lived in California. This was Faith Community Church in West Covina, CA. I remember walking towards this gorgeous little boy and not wanting to take this picture at all. I didn't want him or anyone for that matter to question why we were there, which was to offer each home we came upon a vegetable garden. I wanted memories of what we were doing, but didn't want to intrude on their personal lives. This trip was part of the "Never Ending Garden" project put together by Bruce Wilkinson who has a heart for Africa. His project was called "Dream For Africa". These gardens were designed to do several things. First to offer a never-ending vegetable that if taken care of, would allow you to pick the leaves off of the outside and keep growing. Second, to offer them a way to earn money by selling some of the food. And lastly, to offer them a way to maintain dignity by having their own way of providing for themselves. As we worked our fingers to the bone with picks, shovels and seedlings, we felt like we weren't just there preaching the gospel, but rather showing how the gospel works, by being "actively working" out God's word. We would also pray with them if they allowed us to...and they all did.

But, back to why this is a Sign Post. There were hundreds of moments where my heart was so heavy and full, that tears would sometimes well up in my eyes for no apparent reason other than I felt like I was walking in God's light. Truly I did. Whether you believe in God or not, it was hard not to wonder what God was really doing with us. I knew right then that I would not return home the same. I know for sure, that if I could have brought a child or two home that day, I would have. But that is not how it works. I knew that this was a Sign Post because I told myself that, should I return home and nothing had changed in my heart or my life, then I was there for naught...without result or fruition...useless...waste of time and peoples donations. When the children would see us, they'd run to us and just cling. The adults let us tell them about God and how we as Sisters and Brothers were here to show them that we are thinking of them and loved them. From sun up to sun down, we dug in the ground, we walked and knocked on doors, we dodged drunk men who were angry with "us white folk" and asked us to leave. We shared our sack lunches with those we met. We gave up our shoes at the last house as we got back on our bus. We hugged, we loved on and we wept with many of these AIDS stricken people. We were set up in teams and would meet each night to see who planted the most gardens that day. By the end of the 10th day, we had planted over 6,400 vegetable gardens in one of the poorest countries in the WORLD. We were tired, but we were proud. In particular because we knew that we were touching lives. They were so welcoming and grateful that we felt like we were simply God's little hands doing what He had asked of us.

I have many, MANY Sign Posts that I know about in my life that have absolutely led me to where I am today. Some too personal to share on a blog, but most were purposeful. This African trip was important to me because it is leading me and my husband to our 2 little girls who are there now...waiting for their "forever family".

Caught on Video.....Telling the Boys!

I never imagined in my wildest dreams how excited the boys would be to have 2 sisters come into their lives. I thought it would be fun to show the video...


It is the moment we've been waiting for...telling the boys. The night before we told the boys, David and I went to Flemings Steak House for dinner to celebrate the decision to adopt. When we have milestones in our life, we celebrate them at really great steak houses. In California, it was Lawry's. Here it is Flemings. So it was a Friday night and we gathered the boys in the rec room where David had the video camera set up. The boys recognized the fact that the video camera was up and knew already that there was some big news. We barely got a few words out and Evan screamed, "We're going to adopt!!?" We asked how he knew and he said Brandon saw me on some websites and put 2 and 2 together. Brandon (12) stood silent, in awe. Evan (10) was hyperventilating. Brandon had this look about him that was absolutely gorgeous. Evan then had tears streaming down his cute cheeks, speechless. This was a way better reaction than we had anticipated. This was wonderful. Their opinion mattered...so this was good.

We asked the boys how they felt about having 2 more siblings in the house. We asked them how they will feel about 2 girls. We asked them how they would stand up for them in time of need. We needed to know that this was not just a novel idea for them. This was real and permanent. By any stretch, the boys were unbelievably accepting of their 2 new sisters and they just couldn't be more thrilled. Seriously, they could not be more thrilled. The most gorgeous thing then happened and I would never have thought that he would feel this mature...but Brandon (12) after catching his breath, said he needed to take a walk. We asked him why...is there some concern? Are you nervous? He said, "No, this is just so big. I want to walk and think about it". He then took his brother and they walked together and talked. Wow! Just never saw that coming. I know my boys have big hearts, but this was really an unexpected, mature thing. They really stepped up to the plate. What sweethearts they are...ohhh! Just too much to take. Now I've got to take a walk...

Telling our family and friends was so thrilling and scary at the same time. This meant that it was actually going to happen. When I get nervous or doubtful, all I have to do is know that my God is a great God and He would not leave us alone.

Another Step Closer

This picture is of 2 gorgeous rocks...one is the big rock, the other is my handsome husband...my other rock!


When my cell phone rings and it says IAN (my adoption agency) I get excited 'cause you just want news that you are moving forward. Our FBI fingerprints have come back, which is sooner than expected. I love that. When I was on the phone with her, I was in Whole Foods Grocery Store and my 10 & 12 year old sons were running, fast, through the check out area. And this was after I told them 3 times not to. My imagination got the best of me and I thought, "Hey, now that the files say that we have clean records, I could have my way with the boys and it won't show up with the FBI". My plan was soon thwarted by my credit card not going through the first time and dragged me back to reality. My plan B was that they had to "write a page" of what they did and how next time they'd listen....blah, blah, blah is really all they heard. But they did have to write that page when we got home.

I was also told that the agency owner was going to Ethiopia in the beginning of January and may have a referral for us by the end of January. As you know we have requested 2 girls the ages around 2 to 4 and preferably sisters, but relatives or 2 girls from an orphanage that are close to each other is fine. The idea here is "familiarity" with each other. I dream about the girls almost nightly. I think about them all day long and integrate them into my day as if they were here. I think of how things will change and trying to get mentally prepared for this. My husband is my rock. He reassures me when I question things and he is just always there for me. My Rock! These girls will surely bless us, but I have to say that having a Daddy like my husband is such a blessing to them too. I can't wait to see him with girls. He already coos at all of the little girls when we're out and about. He looks at them all the time as they walk in to church with their "Sunday best" on. My man, my rock!

Random Pictures and Thoughts

Still waiting for stuff to come in and stuff to go out. Waiting, waiting, waiting. The boys will be on Winter Break in a couple of days and we have friends coming in from L.A. Very dear friends, so that is going to be so fabulous for us.

So I thought I'd post some random stuff. At the very end, there is a video that is very moving. Just be patient as it loads, but do see it.

First of all, if I knew how to post these pics in the order that i want, I'd do it, but once you select them, they come up in that order. So bear with me as I figure this out later....

Zoey,my friends's cat. She's a fat cat. Really, really fat. You'll see...

David and Evan. Fixing his guitar neck that broke. Evan plays guitar nonstop. On Sunday, he "broke a record" and played for 1 hour, 5 min. and 3 seconds.....nonstop. Trust me he really did, I was in the same room...it WAS nonstop. But really, I love when he plays guitar. He's so talented and I love when he plays Coldplay songs. He's written his own songs and music too.

Right now my front yard is full of snow and there is no other color. But in the Spring, these daffodils were such a surprise to see being that it was the first time in our new house. I had no idea that there were all of these bulbs underneath my Columbines and daisies. In the back and front were daily surprises of new flowers and plants. I never knew what would pop up from day to day.

I was inspired a couple of years ago by going to a cabin for the weekend in the Big Bear area in Calif. with 3 girlfriends to see hundreds of acres of daffodils. So I had planted them in my garden back home in L.A. So you can imagine my delight to see many more daffodils pop up in my new yard from the previous owner...and they were so gorgeous. They made me happy just to look at them.

Zoey, again. My friend Shelly's cat. She is big and she is lazy. And she goes perfect with that black and white floor, don't you think? Shelly, I hope you don't mind that I posted these here.

On our way to Aspen, we took pictures of little towns in between. The Aspens and colors were every bit of gorgeous I thought they would be. Loved this drive. Driving long distances back home, we didn't have 5 hour drives that were stunning every step of the way. Driving to Palm Springs and Las Vegas, was desert. What new experiences for my brain.

Our backyard before the leaves fell and the snow came and the boys friends tore the green awning off of the playground set.

Zoey again. They live in Orange, CA. Zoey lives in Orange AND Newport Beach....get it, she's so big...lives both places...hah! Sorry Zoey.

Brandon on David's bike, which is soon to be mine in the Spring when David buys his new bike and I sell my old one. I love this bike. It rides well and I can't wait for it to me mine.

Is Anyone Out There?

This is a photo of me in front of a beach house at Crystal Cove in Orange County, CA.

My girlfriends and I met there for some R & R this Summer. This beach house is the one they used in the movie called "Beaches" with Bette Midler & Barbara Hershey in 1988.

The cove was incredible and timeless, and sadly was going to be replaced with commercial property. However the property was relinquished back to the county and now they are restoring all of the beach houses and renting them out.


It's a happy Saturday...here in Colorado. I'm wondering, however, if I'm the only one reading this adoption journal. I know I have a few friends checking on occasion, but like me looking at other blogs for support and information, I'm wondering if I have any other lurkers? Anyone out there?

It's a wonderfully sunny day, I've just finished up my coffee and I'm sitting in the living room with the Christmas tree lights on, the cat sitting underneath the tree, which is her very favorite place, the fireplace is going, the stockings are hung with great care, including the cats and it is all white outside from a couple days of snow. Coming from living in sunny Southern California all my life, it is such a new site for our eyes. It's like eye-candy for me, personally. Stunning to see so much white everywhere. And the actual 4 Seasons showing up are absolutely gorgeous. We didn't have 4 Seasons in L.A.. You had one big fat season of lots of great weather, rain, hot days...but to now have Seasons, we really look forward to them. It's growing on us and the boys love it when it snows. And in the Spring and Summer, we love hopping on our motorcycles and taking rides thru the Rockies. I love when you have to stop in the middle of the road to wait for an elk or deer to pass. I'm surprised at how much all 4 of us are enjoying it though.

I often think of the girls coming next year and the change of climate for them. From Africa to snow...what a transition! I can't wait to show them their first snowfall. What will they think is falling from the sky? Will they be afraid? With Ethiopia having that debilitating drought in 2003, does it rain much there? I'd have to look that up. Imagine their astonishment when we take them to see their first movie at a stadium theater. New movie from Disney coming out in 2009 where the main character is a black princess from the twenties. The Frog Princess. How fun will it be to take them to that movie on a big screen.

I've been reading a womans blog about her picking up her 2 sibling orphans and while still in an Addis Ababa hotel, they gave the children a bath and I don't think they came out for 3 days. They thought the warm water was spectacular. She wrote that they kept asking in their language, Amharic, to take a bath again, and again... I can only imagine all of the firsts our 2 girls will experience. I can only imagine.

Adoption Creed/Our Children's Creed

I thought this was beautifully and simply said. You can click on any image and it will enlarge to see it better.

Our family has a family mission statement and each of our boys has a creed that we made up years ago. Experts say that having a statement that you repeat which is positive and empowering really does something in the brain and certainly for the soul.

A creed is a statement of one’s beliefs. When memorized and repeated on a regular basis, it strengthens these beliefs. By repeating this creed, a child begins to understand who they are and what is important to them.

Our children's creed goes like this…

"My name is Evan (full name) and I love God and all His creations. Therefore, I am compassionate and truly care about the feelings of others. I begin every day with thanksgiving in my heart and a clear decision to do what is right. I walk my path encouraging others with truth, love and understanding.”

When they mess up in their day or in their decisions, we have them repeat that part of the creed and question whether or not they were true to themselves. It's very powerful!

A Couple More Steps Done

So it's always nice to have a few more steps done in our effort to climb this "Mt. Everest" of paperwork. Us parents did our physicals, still waiting on bloodwork and completion of the Doctors signature. It is already notarized. I blew the 12 hour fast by having my morning coffee. How hard is that! Apparently you can have black coffee, but nothing else in it. So we'll try it again tonight and do bloodwork tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm still processing other paperwork. Two steps closer out of a hundred, is better than nothing.

Student Video of Orphanages in Ethiopia

There is a group of girls who visit orphanages documenting what it's like. I thought it was really well done. Click here... video

Practicing With A Two Year Old

My dear friend from church "lent" me her 2 kids and they went off for the weekend for some family time. But is was fun to have a 2 year old around to remind me of what it will be like and how much running around you do. This is the age range (from 2 to 4 yrs. old) that we are having the Adoption Agency look for.

Let me tell you, and you with girls already know this, but girls are soOO different. She woke up and the first thing she said was, "Pretty! Your toe...pretty". Which was the response to my decoration painted on my toe nails from my pedicure.

Then...She saw my new necklace that I bought from another Mom who is adopting (see link on my site for African necklace) and she looked at it adoringly and touched it and said, "Pretty necklace. Pretty. I like it". Okay, my boys notice things sometimes, but girls notice everything all the time. Am I wrong here? When it was time for her to get dressed in the morning, the green outfit was for church on Sunday, and the other casual stuff was for around the house. Oh, she was going to wear the green ensemble...there was no two ways about it. I've been dressing my boys for years with no problem or complaints. Period. I have a feeling I'll be in for a bit of a shock with 2 girls. The clothes, the hair (the black hair!) the accessories, the clothes changes. It'll be interesting. While Evan played with the 7 year old boy the whole time, Brandon was amazing with the 2 year old. He was so mature and so good about her ups and downs and itty bitty demands;) And then as I cooked, she actually hung out with me on the kitchen island and engaged in conversation with me for more than 5 minutes. Boys just don't do that regularly. So...I enjoyed having her here and seeing what it was like to have that age running around our house (I know what to put away now) and how different girls can be. David is going to be such an amazing father to 2 little girls. I can't wait to see him with them. It's going to break my heart to see him with 2 girls. They will melt his!

Always Thinking!

Brandon is always coming up with ways to do things easier. I needed him to cut onions, so he ran upstairs to get his goggles to keep his eyes from tearing up. I was laughing so much, he is so funny. He gets so passionate about things.

He's been getting into clay sculpting lately and has an A in Art class. He's a really good artist too. Likes to draw motorcycles, faces, his cat and stuff that I have to tear up. That's my boy. In fact his teacher said at one of our meetings after I asked what is going on in class...he handed me his binder and said, "This is what he is doing in class...". And it was pictures of these wretched images and faces. Breathe Lisa, breathe!

He Passed!

So I just wanted to post that Brandon passed his Africa test with flying colors. 100% and again received a class clap for his results. Well done Brandon. We still have lots to work on if he's shooting for a B average, so this is still a challenging time. But one step at a time...we are very happy about today.

Today was nice as it snowed all day. I guess by the morning we will have received about 3 or 4 inches. We have 2 kids here that we are watching, and a couple of stomach aches, me with an ongoing mini-migraine, and the boys arms really super sore because they each got 2 shots yesterday from our physical. I didn't know they still got shots at this age. But with Christmas music going, kids playing in the house and the snow...it sure feels like Christmas time.

What's It Like?

What's it like to live in Ethiopia? I often wonder what life is like there. The poverty, the beauty? Such a dichotomy, like many countries. It took me a while to understand when we were in Botswana, that it is one of the diamond capitols of the world, Antwerp, Belgium being #1.

Gaborone is certainly not your typical African capital. By aggregating in Botswana – where 60% of De Beers’ production emanated – time would be saved, the ‘pipeline’ shortened and duplication avoided.

Moreover, De Beers was constructing a building to sort 50-million carats of Botswana production a year – more than the Botswana Diamond Valuing Company’s current 33-million-carat capacity – on the assumption that another major mine would be discovered in the future.

State-of-the-art equipment and cutting-edge international technology was being applied to the Botswana project, which would support the many new diamond factories that would in time cut and polish more than $550-million worth of diamonds a year.

So I find it difficult to put the 2 together...Deathly poverty and Priceless Diamonds. Right next to each other. Gaborone is where we stayed for 10 days when we were there. And it was a short bus ride to unbelievable poverty, witchery, prostitution, drunkenness at 9:00am, several families living in one 10x10 room made out of stone or clay, a walk down the street where they could pump water, a hole in the ground covered by a rock was their "bathroom". When Monica and I were digging up the ground behind one of these homes, it smelled so bad, but what we were so afraid of was digging up something else. We would sometimes just sing out loud a song that would keep us going and not falling apart. Monica went home with both of her hands blistered open. She was the hardest working person there I'd say. So throw AIDS into the picture and no medical help or medicine and you have desperation. The men seemed to never have been in the picture, it was always women we would ask if they wanted us to plant a garden for them. So if the woman knows her days are numbered and she had the courage to give up her child, she does it without looking back. She offers her child to the orphanage "In the name of God" I read recently. This gives them peace and hope for a better life at least for their child.

When the girls come, they will most likely speak their native language, Amharic. Although there are 80 dialects in Ethiopia alone, Amharic is the primary language. That is one reason why we are trying to get children on the younger side rather than them having older and so much history and the shock of coming to another country. I would imagine the first 6 months will be very interesting and challenging for all of us. The boys learned today that the girls probably won't know English and will speak Amharic. They thought that was very cool.

Brandon's Big Test Today....on Africa!

Today in school, Brandon has a big test on all of the countries in Africa. For sure he knew where Ethiopia was...I made sure of that. But he left this morning after getting up early to study some more, knowing all of the countries and where they were. There are 54...that is a lot to remember. So he gets scored from 1 to 4. And 4 being an A. Yesterday the whole class clapped for him cause he got a 4 on the Southern Countries in Africa test. This is not usual for him, so the acknowledgment was well deserved. I work every day with him. Last night he stayed up till 10:30...way past his bedtime. He's not so much motivated on his own, so I've got to push him. And when he does well, his face lights up. The teachers are so very patient with him. We're looking for a B average this quarter so he can move into his new room downstairs.

Today I should be receiving a hand made silver necklace that I ordered. I wanted to have something I could have near me each day so that I can feel connected somehow to them. The necklace is handmade by a lovely lady named Tracey here where we live whose daughter is adopting from Ethiopia too. The proceeds go to her daughters fund raising for her adoption. It is all silver and in the shape of Africa with a chiseled out heart in the middle. I can't wait to have it in my hands. You can see it at her online store here.

Getting boys Doctors apmts out of the way today. It is part of some lingering things due for the Home Study write up. So I had to scramble to find new practices here...Dentist, Pediatrician, Family Doctors, Foot Doctor, My doctor....thank God for neighbors who had already done the work for me and gave me their referrals. Mum would appreciate that all of our doctors are on the premises of Skyridge Hospital. We know that place pretty well. It's actually a very beautiful hospital. I'll also ask the Pediatrician today about having a one on one with him when I get the girls pictures and medical history. I'd like a local opinion of what their situation is from what he can see in the picture and their medical history. It'll be good to be prepared for them here. It's interesting...I am reading other blogs of women who are many steps ahead of us and are picking up their children now or in January. It's exciting to follow their journey day by day and share in their excitement. I remember several milestones in my life that were surreal. And they did come and they did happen. So this is just another one of those experiences that I can't imagine happening, but I know that it will. Wow!

Not Done Yet!

Last night we had our last Home Study visit. And although this is still just the beginning, we are moving along. I'm still waiting on documents and just "stuff". Once all of my documents arrive and the Case Worker has them, she can then write it up and be done with THAT half of the Dossier. In the meantime, I keep working on Dossier stuff.

Not done yet, but necessary to get closer to our girls.

And speaking of "Not Done Yet"...last night after we worked on putting up Christmas ornaments on the tree, I went back into the kitchen to see if the brownies were cool enough to slice up and put onto a pretty plate to serve. I found the entire brownies just thrown onto a plate with a spatula sitting in the pan and brownie bits on the floor. It looked so funny cause they weren't sliced into my nice little squares, but just looked like a big chocolate mess. They were still warm and not really ready to take out. David and I saw this at the same time and our mouths dropped open with a "What?! What happened here?" We couldn't imagine why (and I knew it was Evan) he would have done this. Evan was nowhere to be found and Brandon does not eat chocolate so I knew it wasn't him. I burst out laughing like, what was he thinking? What if this wasn't for our family? DAvid called for him to come down and he did....very sheepishly. He looked at me and saw my questionable face and saw DAd and started to explain. We said, "No. Sit down". I was in the kitchen trying really hard to keep from laughing in front of him 'cause he was suppose to be in trouble, right? David saw my face turned and my shoulders moving up and down and at this point, tears were streaming down my face...from laughing so hard. I walked away and David said, "See, Mom is so upset. Look what you've done?" Evan started to cry and David would not let him explain. He finally got to explain and he said, "I didn't even have any. I was trying to make it look nice on the plate and the spatula was too big so they came out all messy and fell apart". I finally looked at Evan and said, "Honey, I'm not mad, I was actually laughing cause it was so funny and cute." He was relieved and not too happy that we let him go thru those emotions.

Oh my gosh! I love when those things happen, because they just remind you of how much they are still learning and how, like the brownies, they are "Not Done Yet".

Why Ethiopia?

This is a question that gets asked after we tell someone we're adopting. It is very clear to us why we chose Ethiopia. This decision is our "personal" decision so it is right for us. People are adopting from so many different countries, and for all very different reasons.

On another blog (I can't remember who it is so I hope they don't mind me reposting their research)...I found that he put it into words better than I could;

Jesus said it Himself...

"I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."




There was a severe drought in Ethiopia in the mid-80s. You almost couldn't turn on a TV without horrendous sites of small black children starving to death – some of them too weak to even hold their heads up. Anyway, Michael Jackson and Lionel Ritchie (Nichole’s dad) wrote a song called “We Are the World” and recorded it with a bunch of superstars of their day. Proceeds from the sale of what ended up being the #1 song of 1985 went to famine relief.

Things haven’t improved all that much in Ethiopia. It’s still the 4th poorest country in the world making about $160 per family per year. In addition:
• One in ten children die before their first birthday
• One in six children die before their fifth birthday
• 44% of the population of Ethiopia is under 15 years old
• 60% of children in Ethiopia are stunted because of malnutrition
• The median age in Ethiopia is 17.8 years
• 1.5 million people are infected with AIDS (6th highest in the world)
• 720,000 children have been orphaned by AIDS alone
• Per capita, Ethiopia receives less aid than any country in Africa
• In the 90s the population (3%) grew faster than food production (2.2%)
• Drought struck the country from 2000-2002 (first year no crops, second year no seeds, third year no animals)
• Half the children in Ethiopia will never attend school. 88% will never attend secondary school.
• Coffee prices (Ethiopia’s only major export) fell 40-60% from 1998-2002.
• Ethiopia’s doctor to children ratio is 1 to 24,000.
• In 1993, after 30 long years of war, Eritrea broke from Ethiopia and became an independent nation leaving Ethiopia landlocked without any major seafaring ports.
Sources: Greening Ethiopia, Ethiopia’s Children, Global Income Per Capita, CIA World Facts

This is just the tip of the iceberg. Which brings us to the next question we’re often asked. Why siblings?

Brother and sister experience the extreme pain of losing Mom and Dad to some unknown disease. All they’ve got is each other. Wouldn’t it be nice if they could remain together? But often they’re faced with one of two realities:
Separate and be adopted
OR
Remain together and remain unadopted.

We want neither to happen to our children.

We are using the term “Our” children. These kids are already ours. God has given them to us. Two members of our family are living in Africa right now. We just don’t know their names, exact ages, or what they look like.

So Ethiopia for us, is where our heart is.

Just Received Dossier Packet

Our adoption agency sent us our packet for the Dossier. Wow! Really a lot of things to do here. You have to prepare an unbelievable amount of documents, all typed out on certain letterheads that they apply to, then you have to Notarize it all, Certify it all and then send it out for Authentication. What am I doing here typing this entry when I should be in my office doing paperwork. I'm trying to do as much as I can before the holidays hit (as if they haven't hit already by seeing all of the Christmas lights out around town...it's not even December...sheesh!)

I already feel overwhelmed, but with every letter I complete, every document I sign, notarize, certify and authenticate...gets us closer to our 2 girls. We've already picked out names for them if we are going to give them a different name at all. It could all change depending on the situation. We'll decide that when we know who they are and know more about them.

So I'm off the laptop now to do housework and paperwork!

Why we chose adoption

Adopting a child came into the forefront of our minds while going through 3 very looOOOOng years of infertility. After a dozen artificial inseminations, a couple of exploratory surgeries, way too many doctor visits and months of meeting with infertile groups...oh, and the final in-vitro fertilization, which was successful (Brandon - whah-la) after 60 injections and inability to walk without excruciating pain (get the picture?), we finally became pregnant at the end of the 3 years. During those years, we'd always knew that somehow, someway we'd have children. It didn't matter so much how they came rather than THAT they came at all. So Brandon was born 12 years ago, and then we became pregnant with Evan 13 months later like those deals "Buy one, get one free". Us women love free stuff, so this was good.

I've always thought of adoption as a very unique gift for everyone involved. Maybe not so much the birth mother as this would have been an incredibly painful choice. I'll never know what that feels like. But the positive side of this for the birth mother is that she has a choice to keep her child or offer her a better life, opportunity. It's a gift for the child for obvious reasons and for the adoptive parents. There are actually some heavy duty sites on the Internet that promote that adoption is wrong and no one should ever do it. I had no idea...but when you enter into a different world of "something", it's amazing how you never knew certain groups or opinions were out there. I stay away from those negative forces as they have no value to me or anyone else. An adopted child will know and should understand that they have been chosen! They are wanted and purposefully picked out by people who have put a lot of thought into that decision.

I'm really liking the fact that more and more interracial adoptions are taking place because it brings culture to our nation as well as diversity in all areas. I'm married to an immigrant for goodness sakes. And that can't be bad ;) For whatever reason, orphans and babies who are given up for adoption are unable to be raised by their biological parents, and they both need and deserve loving, committed, permanent families. Consider this vision...sometime next year, David and I step off a plane in Addis Ababa, the capitol of Ethiopia, and get driven to the orphanage where our 2 toddlers will be waiting. When Caucasian people show up to an orphanage, it only means one thing...that they are there for picking up a child. All of the other children run to the windows or the doors slats because they wonder if it is for them. Is this their "Forever Family" coming to finally pick them up?

From what I know of some orphanages, the nannies do a really fantastic job of picking up babies and caring for toddlers and giving them as much time as they can, but they can never give them what a Father and a Mother can give them day in and day out. They just can't. So imagine their little hearts as they come to realize that this time, is not their turn. They wonder if it will ever be their turn. They don't know this, but I do........that the government offices that handle the paperwork that will unite an adopted with their new "Forever Family", are not motivated by what is happening in the orphanages. They are just sitting at their job, doing what they do, with no inkling or much concern of the pain, death, heavy hearts of waiting parents, disease, malnutrition, lack of interaction etc...that these precious little souls are going through. Every day that a file does not get looked at to move forward is another day that an orphan does not get to go home, and another day that a child or baby left on the side of the road is not going to have the chance to get into the orphanage to have that chance. It breaks my heart. There have been parents blogs that I've read who have been waiting to bring their new child(ren) home for 18 months now and it is the most painful thing to know that they are already your child, but are waiting on the "paper chase" in that country. Every day that they are not with their "Forever Family" is another day that they aren't being held enough, their bodies are not receiving proper nutrition, their hurts are not fully attended to...I could go on, but I don't want to go "there". It's heartbreaking.

We just have very heavy hearts for these children in 3rd world countries. They didn't choose where they were born...they were just born. Ethiopia, China, Russia, Vietnam, Haiti...these countries don't belong to "their" people, they are all "our" countries and they are our world, our children. When we adopt internationally, it doesn't solve the problem. But it makes us feel like we're doing something rather than just feeling really bad. We feel as though God has placed us in such a position to be "able" to do this in every sense of the word. We feel so blessed with full hearts and resources to be able to do this and at the end of the day...our family is the one who is blessed with what we are doing. This I know for sure.

So...the subject was "Why we chose adoption". And for us, it is all of the above!

Where we're at...

We've had 2 of the 3 required Home Studies done. The last one is this next Monday, December 3rd. The stages are sort of like this...

1. Complete the Home Study. (The 3 visits, then she has to write it all up) This includes the contract, partial payment. (I'm still waiting for my new Drivers License as Sams Club did not return it to me when last I used it.) I'm still processing my new Passport because while I was in L.A., it was stolen from my trunk by the valet guy. He saw me put it there, then when I went to use it a couple days later, it was not there. I can't get my passport w/o a Drivers License or an "original" birth certificate, so I have to order that from San Diego. I've got to contact California officials to get a certified copy saying that David and I are not pedophiles from another state. I'm still waiting on 3 referrals from non-relatives saying that we are "okay" people to adopt. I know there's more, but I'll look at all that today. I've already started a black file box to stay organized with labeled file folders for each thing I need to get done.

2. Then there is the Dossier. This will complete what we have to do here in this country. That consists of ...

• Application/ Intention/Petition to adopt

• Medical Exams

• Financial Information

• Copies of Taxes

• Salary Information

• Photographs of the prospective parents

• Birth Certificates

• Marriage Certificates

• Divorce Decrees

• Letters from Employers

• Proof of Health Insurance

• Criminal Background Check

• Several Letters of Reference

• I-71H

• Proof of Permanent Address

• Home study

• Photos of House

• Finger Prints (Local and Federal)

• Fire/Safety Inspection
  

3. Then there is all of the stuff they have to do in Ethiopia to process it on their side. They have to "approve" everything in my file.

And do you know why it all takes so long and why it is so costly? Because of all the low life jerks that adopt and decided the kids are too hard to deal with or they aren't what they expected and put them on a plane with no passport and "ship" them back to their country. Can you even imagine. One government agency in Ethiopia said this happens a couple times a month. I cannot even fathom doing that. So we, the nice guys, have to pay for their absolutely pathetic sense of stupidness. These poor children are all paying prices being somewhere lacking in everything, when they could be here sooner. It hurts to think about it, so... I breathe, I write, I read, I clean the house, I hug my boys, I dream of how I will do their room, I look at girly things at Target..........I keep moving.

A lot of this paper work needs to be notarized prior to submission. Many people travel to their Secretary of State's office to ensure that the hard work they put in to compiling all of this paperwork is not lost or misplaced. I may do that. I'm 20 minutes from our Capitol.

So....you can't say we're not going thru the labor right now of 2 children. Then of course there is the cost of all this. Whenever I see David downstairs and we talk about this adoption or how our future will change, I ask him to please go back upstairs and make some more money. We're gonna need it. With Ethiopian adoption, (which by the way, seems to be the smoothest process I know) you are only asked to travel to the country once when you are picking up your child(ren). Part of the reason why I never really wanted to adopt domestically is because I know that a biological parent can knock on your door and change their mind. We can go see our girls before it's all done, but it's very costly to buy 2 round trip plane tickets AND leave the boys for at least 5 days?? You never know what can happen though because it's an international adoption in the 3rd poorest country in the world. We are flexible and prepared for anything. You have to be.

But can you imagine that plane ride? What is it going to feel like to be on that plane (and I hear it's a reeeeeeally long trip.) As much as I hate the discomfort of flying anywhere, this will be the best plane ride of my life. Especially coming back with our precious little ones. Really...I can't imagine it right now. I'm just trying to do all of the footwork and paperwork right now. And at the same time, not neglect my home life and my children that are here....now!!

Every time Evan sees me on the laptop, he says, "Let me guess. An adoption site, right?" He laughs at me. The girls are going to take Brandon's existing room. Evan will stay in his room. We told Brandon that he can move into his room before they get here if your grades go up. Evan can't wait for Brandon to move to his new room, so Evan can get the drum set into HIS room. I can't wait for all this paperwork to be done, so I can celebrate all of those steps and think about the "Out of Country Steps" that will be probably the slowest and hardest time of all of this. When I speak with my Adoption Agency, and I hate to put this in print cause I'm expecting a long wait like every other adopting parent, but they are saying that it very well could be by May or June. That's only a total of 7 or 8 months from start to finish. I'll hope for that, but I won't count on it. What I really want to avoid is the 2 month "holiday" in Ethiopia that the courts close down for an Ethiopian holiday. That would make me crazy if I missed that deadline, cause that would mean that NOTHING is happening with my files or paperwork. Nope, going to do anything I can to avoid that time, which I think is August & September.

I am so grateful when I think of my friends, family and neighbors that have already expressed excitement and complete support about these girls coming. It matters that they care. I wish my Mom were alive to talk to about this. She would have been unbelievably thrilled. She must hate it that she's missed out on this experience and 2 more grandchildren. Dave (my step dad) laughed with excitement that he's going to be a grandfather to 2 more children. I'm so happy for him. We miss him, but I know he'll come to Denver when they are here. Mum & Dad all the way in Australia have already welcomed them into their beautiful family over there...so the girls are covered! David and I are trying to plan a 20th Wedding Anniversary for us in August 2008 here at the house. My prayer is that the girls are here by then. That would be........well, words wouldn't describe what is in my heart.

Okay, so I've raved on...that's it for now.

Ebony Magazine...Excellent article on Africa

Today I picked up the December Issue of Ebony Magazine (Michael Jackson on the front). Really great article on the plight of Africa as well as "The Africa You Don't Know". This is so true. As Americans, we only see what the media wants us to see. As a young American growing up, I feel like we've been sheltered from more of a "balanced" view of what the world is really like. The more I think about it, the more I realize how clueless we really are. It looks like this is the start of a year long examination of "The Africa You Don't Know" for Ebony Magazine.

Must get subscription...

Pastor Jason...Thank You!

This past Sunday at church I couldn't wait to tell Pastor Jason about what he did to us. I looked everywhere, but didn't find him until the last minute before service started. And although I hate being late to sit down and missing any of the Worship Singing and Band, this was worth it. I reminded him of his sermon a month ago (I can't believe it's only been a month since this adoption thing has been on my mind), and how he spoke of his Haitian adoption. I went on to tell him that because of his willingness to speak on the subject, we are adopting "two" little girls from Ethiopia. All because of his talking about it. I know it had kinda been on my mind, but had he not spoke on the subject, it would never have been prodded into the front area of my brain!!

He seemed really pleased to hear that. He said he got the chills on his arm as we told him...yep! So did I when he told me (and the whole church) about what HE was doing. I wonder how many other people have had this on their minds too? How many others went home from church that day and thought of the possibilities that would reward them should they step out of the "safety net" of God's safe place. Being a Christian should consist of some risk. My husband reminded me that 11 of the apostles were killed because of what they stood for. Our "risk" by no means compares to the apostles, but it is just a reminder that if we live our life very safe, perhaps we aren't taking enough risks? Something to think about.

Pastor Jason also reminded us of something he said last month on that Sunday, October 21st. He said that he was told by someone he knew who'd already adopted more than one, that "The greatest gift you can give an adopted child from a foreign country was a sibling." Either at the same time or later. Thinking about our family now, really makes me think. When the girls are alone in their room, confused, doubtful, scared...they will always have each other. They will have their bond of coming from an amazing country that will always be a part of them. The little amount of past they will have there will never be forgotten. A country so full of hurt, yet so much beauty. Ethiopia is the birthplace of coffee....and I loooOOOve my coffee!! Part of the Ethiopian culture is their "Coffee Ceremony". It's what they do whether they live in a hut or a house. It is a ritual and it is their tradition. It has so much history with churches and ruins that date back to the 1600's.

Here is a little history...well, a lot of history actually!

History of Ethiopia Evolution of Hominids Prehistory Punt (3rd millennium BC–1st m. BC) D'mt (8th century BC–7th century BC) Proto-Aksum (5th c. BC–1st c. BC) Aksum (1st c. BC–10th c. AD) Gudit (10th century AD) Zagwe Dynasty (10th or 11th c.–1268) First Solomonic period (1270–1527) Great Oromo migration (1522–17th c.) Invasion of Gragn (1527–1543) Ottoman Invasion (1557–17th c.) Gondarine dynasty (1606–1755) Zemene Mesafint (1755–1855) Modernization (1855–1936) Italian occupation (1936–1941) 1940s in Ethiopia 1950s in Ethiopia 1960s in Ethiopia Eritrean War of Independence (1961–1991) Ethiopian Civil War (1974–1991) 1990s in Ethiopia Eritrean-Ethiopian War (1998–2000) 2000s in Ethiopia

Now what!

Now we wait. We do paperwork, we redesign our life. Now that this is all sinking in, I go about my life as if they were here with me/us. The other day I was at one of my favorite restaurants, Mimi's, where I always have to have a booth. I loooOOve eating out and MUST have a booth. As I sat with my friend in a big booth, I realized that now that we'll be 6 in our family, most booths don't sit that many. Oh my...what will I do? So many little things like that will be hitting me as I go about my days. No longer do I go thru shops looking at pink things or girly things and only wish that I had a reason to buy them. Now, watch out...it's all over now. I've not bought a thing. Perhaps it's better later on when most of the paperwork is done and on it's way to Ethiopia. Like I said, long process. This is going to be a very, very long wait.

But really, there is so much to prepare for. We told Brandon that he can have the triangle room in the basement. He was blown away. This is currently our music room. We have 12 guitars (now 13 cause David is doing his latest training DVD on a Fender guitar) and they hang in this room. So we have to reconfigure rooms and bathrooms and toy areas. I can't believe I am finally going to have girly things in the house. What does that look like? The 4 of us each day envision what it's going to be like. We are already incorporating their sisters into our lives in all areas. Brandon said the other day, I can't wait to be walking in church with the girls holding their hands. He was so proud. Evan is going to teach them legos and guitar. Brandon is going to teach them how to wrestle and draw. And probably to annoy his little brother...who by the way is THRILLED to know that shortly he will no longer be the "little brother" or youngest in the family. I don't know why, but this thrills him to no end.

Ohhh, the mysteries around each corner are endless now.

Three steps done...A hundred more to go!

Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork! We've had our 2nd home study done and it wasn't too scary. The 3rd one perhaps may be, who knows. The Case worker was really wonderful. She was very easy to talk to, perhaps because she is one of 15 siblings...8 of which are adopted. Just amazing. There are numerous steps to take, and a ton of paperwork, but we are looking at it like a pregnancy and labor. Looks like on the optimist side, the girls could be here perhaps by Summer? And on the pessimistic side, it could be next Christmas. But I'm doing everything I possibly can to get them here NOW! For those of you who went through my three years of infertility, you'll know that not a single infertile month was wasted without me getting a few shots, or writing about it, or going to a "RESOLVE" meeting, or looking up how I could get closer to my child...I was always doing something, so this is not going to be any different. The girls are already ours, we just don't know what they look like or when they will come. We do know that we are asking for sisters or even 2 girls from the same orphanage who are very close to each other. It's hard because you really don't know what their background is going to be like. Did their birth mother die from AIDS? Is she still alive? Will we meet her? Do they have living relatives? How long would she have been living at the orphanage? How much would they have gone thru before they came to the orphanage? How easy/hard will their transition be into our lives here? It's very unsettling to not know this, but what I do know is that we are prepared for all of that and we love them already. Truly!

This blog is for them. It is for the journaling of our thoughts, our struggle, their struggle, some of our feelings and most of all to let them have a past with us, a history (so to speak) with their new family before they even get here. I wrote letters to my boys before they came, never knowing if they even were coming or when. These girls already have a whole neighborhood of kids and adults who are very excited to meet them. They have a family in Australia (my husband's side) who adore them already and our family and friends back in SoCal who are thrilled with our new additions.....Tracey has already said she will HAVE to come here to Denver to show me how to do their hair...I know! Tracey, you don't have to, but I'm getting the idea about the "hair" thing. Please...educate me. And Shelly in Newport Beach who has a hair salon, please come too...or better yet, I'll bring them to you. But the truth is, they have a huuUUge extended family here already. I had the best response from Tracey....

A quote from Tracey Dugan..."Congratulations...and Whoah!"

A Talk That Changed Our Lives ... Forever!

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The associate pastor at our church, Jason, gave his sermon (John 2:1-11) and it forever changed my life. In a sentence, it was about doing what God says, even if it doesn't make sense at the time. It may never...but to just do it. Pastor spoke of a very challenging adoption he was in the middle of from Haiti. I couldn't understand why my heart leaped inside my chest. As he continued speaking, I had a hard time fighting back the tears that were trying to escape. Tears of confusion, tears of unbridled emotion. Tears of "possibility for us". Subconsciously, I had been thinking about adopting for months now, but it never came to the forefront of my mind...until today!

During the sermon, I kept looking sideways at my husband to see if he was feeling the same way I was. He didn't appear to be moved. So as I took the day and the next week to allow this idea into my life, I would imagine what it would be like. How my (our) life would change. How right now, it's very comfortable. My life is on the way to being less stressful and just very lovely. And if you know anything about me, that doesn't sit well. It seems as though when life gets like that, I've got to shake it up somehow. My husband laughs at me all the time about what pops up in our life. I think what is really happening, is that I get things running smooth and ..... and then what? I believe that God has blessed us so. I believe that we've been obedient to what we believe He would have us do in all small and large things. It's not like one day we heard Him say, "Wills, you must adopt a child". Not like that. It's like, if we look back in our lives, we see the "breadcrumbs", the "God whispers" that I think could very well have been ignored. But we've had our eyes wide open to the possibilities of those "sign posts" being "God whispers". Does that make sense?

It's like our move a year ago from Southern California to Denver, Colorado. Everyone who knows me would NEVER have thought that I would decide to move from my happy little place, with happy little weather and unbelievable friends, my sister and my step dad....why the heck would I do that? Well.....God whispered. So we listened. We really moved to Denver by faith that the whisper was real. And that we couldn't see why we were doing it, and we may never, but we did it and see now. I find this hard to believe, really hard to believe, and harder to write, but here it goes. Our life here in Denver has become richer than it was back home. And I find that hard to write because right away, I think of my relationships that took decades to build. The experiences we have there. The ocean...why would I leave that?? My sister that I get closer to each time we meet. How could I leave that? But I know just as sure as I'm breathing right now, that had I not moved, the thought of adopting would not have entered my mind.

My husband and I have discussed how you can go to so many Bible Studies, hear so many scriptures at church and talk up a storm about the problems of the world.......until there comes a time to do something about it. So we shut up and took action....by discussing what we knew would end in us adopting a child from Africa. We chose Africa because it has such a deep meaning to us. We went there 3 years ago on a mission trip with our church and were forever changed. When we came home, we really did not want that feeling to leave or dissipate into nothingness...as if it didn't matter, cause it DID!

Shocking to me, however, was when my husband said, "Have you thought about more than one?" I thought he was trying to tell me not to get too crazy and think that later on we would do this again. So I said, no, of course not. I was still trying to see if he was okay with adopting a toddler and wondering if in the next 5 minutes he would freak out. Our life was just lovely the way it was. But he was going the other direction...he said, "If we adopted sisters, they would have each other." And it broke his heart to think of us adopting one little one and not having someone that she could relate to nearby. I almost burst with joy when I realized where he was going with this. I didn't skip a beat when I said, "Yes! We can do that." Not knowing how we would arrange where our boys would sleep or how we would use the one tiny bathroom for 4 kids now. Two of which would be girls and 2 would be dirty, careless boys with their clothes on the floor and a small sink and shower. Didn't matter...we would figure it out later.

So that is how we went from 2 kids to 4, and 1 adoption to 2. Is that a God whisper or a God "shout"! Go figure.