Before we get into all the fun details about the girls and the announcement and the travel dates, I wanted to take you back to the very beginning. Before anyone knew we were going to adopt, before we even knew there were two little girls in Uganda that would capture our hearts.
I think it was college that I was first exposed to adoption as God’s heart for the fatherless rather than simply a way for couples who struggled with infertility to build a family. I was particularly moved by Steven Curtis Chapman’s story of adopting their three daughters from China. It must have been something that was always in the back of my mind, although I don’t really remember feeling like I was for sure destined to adopt. It wasn’t until I started dating Corey that these ideas that had taken shape in my heart really began to come together and the more we talked about our future with one another, the more adoption seemed to come up as something we would one day like to pursue. (I would like to pause here to say that I am so grateful that God brought our hearts to the same place individually and that one of us didn’t have to “convince” the other that this was God’s plan for our family. It really did make taking that first HUGE step towards our daughters so much easier.)
So, fast forward a year or two and Corey and I are engaged. Both of us felt really comfortable at this time talking about our future together and what our family might look like. We were excited about bringing kids into the mix and the two year mark seemed like a good time to possibly start pursuing adoption. Around our one year anniversary we kind of reevaluated and both of us said that yeah, we’d like to wait another year and in the summer of 2014 we’d start looking into adoption.
In January of 2014 Corey kind of floored by telling me he thinks maybe we should just start looking into agencies. I was, of course, kind of surprised because we had decided to not really revisit the conversation until the summer. I said sure, and we kind of casually started talking to friends who had adopted. We felt pretty strongly that we would pursue a domestic infant adoption, so we got a couple agency recommendations from friends who had gone that route. There were a lot of things that happened in the interim here (more about all that in the video that goes with this post), but one thing kind of led to another and it became very clear that we were being called to adopt internationally. Specifically Uganda. Even more specifically a 3 year old girl from the same baby home our friends had just been to. My mind was blown. I was excited and terrified all at the same time. But as soon as I saw her face, it was all over for me. I knew we had begun the journey we were meant to be on.
For the rest of the story, watch the video below:
Other adoption posts here. There are about 10 posts under that tab that I wrote while we were in process. 🙂
This weekend was a good one. A little basketball, a little bike riding, and a whole lot of relaxing and good food.
Friday afternoon I picked JJ up from school and on the way to get Teddy I was like, “lets use that year pass we have and hit up the museum!” So we left the pick up line at Teddy’s school and headed over to the Museum of Life and Science. You guys, it was the best.idea.ever. There was hardly anyone there, in fact we had a lot of the spaces totally to ourselves. The girls ran around the treehouse for about as long as I could handle being in the cold, then we went back inside to explore some of our favorite places. I savored the latte I grabbed on the way in and the girls built some impressive structures with the giant foam blocks.
We left the museum about 5 minutes before they closed and met Corey for dinner at Dashi, a ramen bar in downtown Durham. The only thing I was craving all week was noodle-y, broth-y ramen and as usual Dashi did not disappoint. It really did do my body good.
Saturday afternoon was a first for us. JJ started basketball this winter and had her first game this weekend. We have officially jumped into the world of kid sports, and I’m telling you, I think I’ve found my people. The first time they put jovia in, I was screaming and yelling encouragement from the sideline. I looked at Corey when I realized no one else was being quite so vocal and said “oh, are we not supposed to yell?” Ha! A lot of the other parents soon got in the spirit and the kids all looked like they were having a great time. I’m telling you–there might not be much cuter in the world than little inexperienced kids playing basketball. I almost couldn’t handle how adorable everyone was being!
We took the girls around the corner to baby Scratch after the game and had some delicious pie and an Americano (for mommy ;)).
And this girl decided to start looking like a teenager. Geez. You let a kid play one game of basketball and all of the sudden she’s all grown up! 😉
At least she still lets me hug her 😉
I don’t have one single picture of our day Sunday because I basically didn’t get out of my jammies all day long. We read books, took naps, baked cookies, and Corey made us an incredible dinner of Coq Au Vin. It was the perfect end to the weekend. We woke up Monday morning ready to get back at it!
….and made possible with a whole lotta DayQuil. I actually had plans for several posts this week, but I was overtaken by the flu on Sunday night and it has been a ROUGH week. I seriously have barely moved from the couch all week. The house is a disaster because I just could not even move around to pick anything up. And hilariously enough, I think the girls have adjusted to bringing everything they need me to see or do for them over to my little sick bed. I’m basically living like the grandparents in Willy Wonka.
I spent most of the day Wednesday thinking it was Monday (seriously, I somehow lost like two full days in the flu fog), and in a feverish haze freaking out that I hadn’t called out of work for the next day and repeatedly picking up the phone to do it again. Today went a little bit better. Although, I was caught in the car while my fever was breaking and of course Teddy was cold in the backseat (I mean, it was only 39 degrees out) so I had to wait until I dropped her off to peel of my jacket, crank the air conditioning, and point every single vent towards me.
So I have no new interesting content for you this week. Unless being regaled with tales from the flu diaries counts, in which case we’re set here. 😉 And if reading about my bout with sickness isn’t your cup of tea, I’ll be back next week with a couple clear-headed posts.