This is a repost from my former blog, originally posted in the fall of 2009.
We decided to adopt a year ago.
We did the paperwork as fast as possible.
Along the way, we decided we would foster instead. We decided what ages we would be willing to take (3-7), what issues we could handle, and how many kids we could take in our home (only one for now, please).
We got the call on December 10. A little girl needed a new foster home.
We said yes.
What better way to spend the holidays than with a child?
She came to our home the next day, December 11, as a foster placement. At this point, we were not thinking about adoption. In fact, I read an email that our caseworker left on the table that said we were “adoption minded” and I about hyperventilated. This was just supposed to be a foster placement!
It didn’t take long to know that this was, in fact, our daughter. She would be for as long as the state would let us have her. And that has turned into forever.
No, we didn’t choose her out of a line up. We had no idea what she would look like when she came to our home to stay. In fact, we didn’t even know her name.
But she’s ours. And she always will be.
Click here to read about our other adoption.