My husband and I have been working hard on making our youngest biological child, our only "homegrown" girl, delight in the present we got for her bridal shower. It wasn't another gadget from Bed, Bath and Beyond or a new couch or a big ticket item. It was a gift from our heart. When she opened the scrapbook we put together of her life she was delighted. She said she couldn't read the message her father wrote her on his page because her eyes were blurry. Ah, that's what we wanted. All those long nights finding pictures, scanning them, looking for just the right one. It was worth it. Our girl has a book filled with pictures of her with every sibling, all 13 of them.
Liz was with us for every adoption except marina joy. She had been living on her own by that time for 10 years. But she has pictures of her with every sibling, "homegrown" and " handpicked" in this album. Family is so precious and we wanted her to have her old family with her as she enters into her new family. We will always be family.
This picture is our First Family. Our precious children. Our gifts. Brian, the blonde haired, blue eyed boy on the left now lives in Heaven. He was our gift for 4 years but gave us gifts to last a lifetime. When he died a part of us died too. I suppose he is part of the reason we began adopting. You see, when you lose a child you never quite see life the same way. It becomes more precious, more urgent, more miraculous.
And this is our Second Family. Our precious children. Our gifts. Tommy, the third boy in the back, hidden by his sister Anya, is one of the "homegrown." gifts. Our sweet boy born with Down Syndrome. I suppose he's the other reason we began to adopt. When you have a child with Down Syndrome you never look at life the same way. After you get over the first shock you find life is sweeter, more magical, there are more reasons to celebrate.
And this is the darling we're going to get in just six days! I love this picture of her. I'm hugging her so hard she's cross eyed! Heather/Molly is almost twelve, probably the size of a three year old. She'll be 12 in September. We've known her since she was nine. When I first saw her in the institution we work with, I thought she was a mistake. Surely they have to be five to come to a place like this. This girl looked to be two. She had a bonnet on. They assured us she was nine. Unreal! We look forward to her coming home and blossoming just like all the others have. Marina Joy has been with us for 8 months, grown over two inches and gained over ten pounds. It's such an honor to be able to watch them grow and thrive.
Please help us bring our sweet girl home. She's a sweet girl who has captured our hearts. Please give if you can, if you feel led. We feel sure God will provide. He gives such good gifts!!!