In This Home

Three years ago, Mike and I moved into a small, three bedroom home; a home just perfect for the two of us as we started our lives as empty nesters.

And less than two weeks later, we went from being two empty nesters to parents of twin toddlers.  There are so many steps in our adoption journey that have taken place here in this home.

It was in this home, that we got a call in the middle of the night to go rescue the girls from their birth mom's home.

It was sitting upstairs in our playroom that our girls' birth mom asked us to adopt her daughters.

And in this home that she called us and said she'd changed her mind (it's odd how devastated you can be over losing something you never really knew you even wanted.)

It was in this home that we endured the season of extreme emotional distress where every single day was a meltdown from one or both girls; meltdowns that would last anywhere from 20 minutes to hours. (And just as quickly, life would be back to normal for them, but we were worn out!)

(I used to pray every single day before I picked them up at the day care that God would give me the strength to endure what I was about to face.  Those were dark days for sure.)

It was in this home that we received one terrible diagnosis after another regarding their developmental abilities; and in this home that we have seen such healing.

It was in this home that we knew God was calling us to adopt them, and in this home that their adoption became final.

So many memories here.  So many firsts.  So many heartaches and so many joys.  So grateful for this season and so grateful it is over.  

We have moved.  And a whole new adventure awaits us.