09 June 2010

how did that happen?

If my life had a list of faqs, that would top it. It is usually asked when I am out and about and people notice how close in age Eddie and George are. Or when I am doing someone's hair at the salon and my kids become the topic of conversation (my salon buddies love to say, "You have got to hear her story" and I love them for it). But wherever, whenever, it is asked a lot. Usually like this:

Stranger: "So how old are your kids?"
Me: "My oldest is three, then 11 months, then 6 months."
Pause. Silent calculations ensue.
Stranger: "How did that happen?"

I usually just tell them that one is adopted, but it's fun to reflect on the details, so here they are.

I knew from the time I was 17 that I wanted to adopt. It all started on a trip to Mexico with my youth group. I met a little girl called Rosalita who captured my heart in a matter of seconds and I wanted to pack her up in my suitcase and bring her home with me. 

In college I took a trip to Ecuador for a semester and spent a week at an orphanage, mostly holding babies with special needs. Oh. my. goodness. Carolina, a two year old who was about 6 months old developmentally because of neglect, stole a piece of my heart forever. She was one of the most beautiful children I have ever encountered.

After college, working at a house in the heart of DC, mostly with elementary school kids who lived in a rough surrounding neighborhood. I met a three year old boy - Davon - who basically caused my heart to fall into a worthless heap. Over the next two years I got to know him and his three older brothers and fell in love. I still pray for them and hope the best for their lives. 

I could go on and on about the encounters I've had over the years, but basically, I knew that I was called to adopt. Not to make someone's life better or make some kid "lucky" (not a big fan of that mindset), but just because that was the way God wanted my family to look. It's hard to describe, but it was just a matter of fact. 

So how? When? 
The answer was June 30, 2009.

Nick and I agreed from the get-go that adoption would be part of the plan. We both wanted a large family and figured a nice mix of biological and adopted babies would suit us just fine.

Almost exactly two years after we were married, we had our sweet Lute.  And man, he was a good baby. Seriously, I feel sort of guilty about how easy he was (I say was because he is now three, and that should be explanation enough). So, with the ease of number one, we were eager for number two. It didn't happen as quickly as we expected, so we felt like that was the green light to pursue adoption. And that's where the story of Eddie begins.

And because this might be my longest post ever...
More to come!


  1. I cannot wait to hear the rest of the story!

  2. Wait, you can't just stop there! I want to hear the rest. Keep going!

  3. Congrats on your SITS feature!

    You're KILLING me here now. I'm dying to hear the rest of the story. I admire you greatly for desiring to adopt, but more so for havin 2 kids that close together and surviving it. You'r obviously, awesome!

  4. Clearly i'm up too early. I feel stupid now. You weren't SITS featured, I just found you in the comments. WOW, I feel so silly. Well, any way I found you, I'm glad I did.

  5. okay, i'm hooked. i'm a new follower from SITS :)