Our adoption journey is deeply precious to us and has been one of the greatest seasons of growth for my husband and me. While many say adoption begins with loss, ours was rooted in prayer, immense love, and unwavering faith.
Adoption runs in our family. Both our mothers were adopted, my little brother was adopted, my oldest brother was placed for adoption, and we have adopted cousins. We had always been certain it would play a role in our future.
Two years into marriage, we started trying for a baby. I had a feeling it wouldn’t happen easily. After a year, we saw a fertility doctor and went through three IUIs before deciding to move toward adoption.
In 2015, we began searching for an agency. One night, we bumped into a couple my husband barely knew they had just adopted the sweetest baby boy. After a slightly awkward but honest question, they shared their experience and recommended their agency. We started the paperwork but didn’t feel ready. Exactly a year later, we felt God telling us it was time.
My husband dreamed of adopting twin African American boys. A week after we told the agency, we got the call twin boys had just been born. The challenge? We had 48 hours to raise $45,000 and get to Indiana. Miraculously, friends and strangers rallied, and we made it. But when we arrived, the birth mother wavered. In the end, the Lord closed the door, and we went home empty-handed.
The months that followed brought more disappointment birth mothers backing out, emergencies, and closed cases. Finally, our social worker asked if she could send us information on a baby girl. We had let go of control and said yes.
The moment I saw our birth mom’s picture, I was filled with love right away.
When we finally met in New Orleans just after our daughter’s birth, she greeted us with, “You’re here! You’re real!” We spent three days together in the hospital, sharing laughter, tears, and quiet moments. Before leaving, she told our baby to be a good girl for us words I’ll never forget.
The moment she placed her daughter into my arms was the most sacred of my life. There were angels in that room, giving her strength to let go and me the courage to receive.
Now, as we prepare for our second adoption, I’m reminded that when God wants something, He moves mountains. Adoption is in our blood and it will forever be how our family began.
