First blog post

My life was once normal. I mean, what I thought was normal.

My husband loved me relentlessly, adored me even. He put up with my quirks, my moody days, my migraines, and my hangry days! What more could a girl ask for?

My son was as close to perfection a child can get without hitting that annoying place. Come on, let’s be real here, perfect children are down right annoying. (Mainly due to their moms pointing out their perfect behaviors every five seconds!)

We had a quiet life, a calm life. We enjoyed our beautiful Colorado playground as often as we wished, and could just sit in the same room enjoying the presence of each other.  A picture perfect family. But alas, something was missing.

At three our little guy began to speak of his little sister to all the nursery workers. That was fun, as he was apparently the only one that knew about her. I had to explain to his little self that mommy wasn’t having a baby sister and he couldn’t just tell people she was! Like most stubborn little three-year old boys, he wouldn’t drop it and continued to ask when his sister was going to come home. This was not the easiest time, because it was around this time I began to question if we would ever be bringing another little one home period. Turns out, we indeed would not bring home a baby sister or brother for the next eight years.

In those eight years of trying, giving up, trying again, questioning all those that easily had multiple children, being glad we only had one child, longing for more children, and so on and so forth, we began to discuss all the options of growing our little family. My husband came from a family background of Foster Care, and it was his dream to be able to do the same. Me, I knew my limits. Do you remember the way I described my moody, quirky, migraine blessed, hangry self? Yeah, I was sure there was no way I would have the patience to foster. Then, at a conference for youth, I heard a sermon about a woman who hid two of Gods spies, how she put her own comfort, safety, and future aside to help the children of God and in doing so became a changing point in the history of those children. “Ok God, I hear ya!” We began our journey to adoption that very summer.
In 2012, we found our sons baby sister, she was eight years old when we found her. When he saw her picture, he began to cry and exclaimed “You found her! That is my sister!” Her adoption was finalized in 2013, and two weeks later our youngest son and daughter were placed in our home.

Our life is no longer calm and quiet. It is hard on most days to be able to get out and enjoy our Colorado playground. We cannot all sit in the same room and just enjoy the presence of each other. The only picture I can think of that would describe us on most days is ‘The Scream’ by Edvard Munch! It is chaos, it is crazy, it is intense, it is loud, and it is far from normal. I mean, what I thought was normal.

So, I write…………