4.15.2014

Why Are You Visiting?


It wasn't until the shutdown, that I ever gave a thought to, "Your children may never come home." They were legally ours. We celebrated. We bought bunk beds, 3 more of everything, and mentally prepared ourselves for a family of seven. We were elated. Our children not coming home? That thought never entered my mind.

Today, life is different. I know that my 3 children may never come to our home. I mourned that thought months ago. I still cry about it a couple times a week, and wake at night. I am still confused and ask Why? Everyday. But ultimately, I don't need to know that answer. They are God's children first. It pains me, but it is with reason.

Love in our home looks like a couple of things. Reading books and snuggling. Baking. Listening. Singing and cleaning. Laughing. Chasing and tickling. Time-outs and learning. Dancing. Hair doing, bath giving, train playing, no more energy, nickname giving love. Love Does. I read the book in a week- so life-changing.

Dominic, Malachi, and Rosalie deserve that love. They deserve the love that does. The love that visits and does what they can in a short amount of time to show 3 children that we love them to the moon and back. And if this is the last time we are together, they saw love. We saw love. Because when they are grown and look back on a tiny amount of time with two people who loved them very much, they might know what love looks like. After all, they changed our lives for the better, and they deserve a thank you.



Mentally Taxed.

I am emotionally drained. That's all. Please pray for our children, their hearts, their futures. We so much appreciate your prayers.

4.12.2014

Confessions of the Absentee Voter.


Wait, before you judge, I voted in our last election. I chose the president I felt would lead our country in the right way, but then I skimmed through everyone else. Eenie, meenie, miney, moe. And sometimes I didn't vote. What did I care? How will this vote affect me? Sure, I was a teacher. But getting too involved with politics was too much work. I enjoyed being the laid back, don't worry about this and that, type of gal. Besides, people talk about people who care too much, who advocate too much, who are too involved with stuff, and I don't want to be talked about.

But then the day came, that all those decisions I didn't make mattered. My children are not able to come home. We have complied with everything we need to do, followed all the rules, and yet, our children cannot come home. So I called the Vice President. After all, I voted for him. You know it turns out, you cannot get the vice president on the phone. "You will have to put into writing why you want to talk with the vice president, Miss." Oh. Okay. So what do I do now? Ohhh, that is why I was not suppose to play my fifth-grade game mentioned above? I have to make relationships with my congresswomen/men and senators? But how?

Step one, I have to call them. One of my favorite people on this planet works for Senator Donnelly. She gave me a phone number and contact person to help with our adoption. But would he help? Turns out he called me after every meeting and update. This did not happen with my other senator's office. So hadn't Senator Donnelly been elected, I would have had zero help. This is why you vote. You find the compassionate, truth-seeking, righting a wrong senators and you vote for them. Because it will affect you eventually. Believe me, I am your witness.

I was invited to meet with Congresswoman Susan Brook's office. I explained what was happening, and asked for help. I wrote an email to Mary, who was on vacation, but still emailed me back, because she cared. I cried during the meeting, so Mary grabbed me tissues and took notes. The next day, I received a letter from my congresswoman, Susan Brooks. She wanted to help. I remember reading the email with tears running down my face, because someone cared. Someone also thought that my children should come home, and put that into writing. I wanted to hug her.

I spoke with two people in Congressman Carson's office; the chief-of-staff who was incredibly knowledgeable and helpful and Kathy who worked with adoption cases. Kathy would talk on the phone until you were ready to get off. Not her, but you. She took her time talking with my family, and myself about what was a heartbreaking reality for us. She didn't hush our concerns, but let us talk.

I will vote for each one of these people down the road. But I will go a step further, and look into everyone running. I will study senator's and representative's positions on things that matter and vote accordingly. I will only play Eenie, meenie, miney, moe with my children.

Voting matters.



4.05.2014

Thank you.

Dear Friends,

       We cannot thank you enough for your support. We knew we loved our children, but your love for them has shined through, punched us in the gut, and made me cry. And for those who know me, I was called "the rock" by my friends in high school for never crying. But today life is different. Today, I can't seem to stop crying. I never in my wildest dreams thought so many people would sign a petition, or ask others to sign, or walk around their office asking for signatures, or tweat for more signatures, or make phone calls, the list goes on. We love the Democratic Republic of Congo. We will forever love this amazing country for our three precious children. Adopting is a privilege. We are privileged to be the parents to 5 children, 3 of which bless us with another culture to love and celebrate. We will spend our lives trying to make God, Jesus, and our brothers and sisters in the Democratic Republic of Congo proud. Thank you again. I am hugging you all today, tomorrow, and forever.

Love, Me