We Choose Hope

We are adopting. There it is, in black and white. If you know us, you know how both understandable and crazy that is. It means something so much deeper than the quick 3 words it happens to be. His name is Vlad. He stayed with us this Christmas for 4 weeks. There is no logical explanation how in that short amount of time you could just know that this person should be in your family forever. Then again, after 2 weeks of dating me and my husband decided to get married. We knew. And we know now. And we choose Hope.

How we will do this, I truly have no idea. Funding is impossible alone. Am I even qualified to guide a 16 year old to adulthood? One with trauma? One that is... so sweet and open and helpful and hilarious, and... oh wait. I get it God. You have this boy for us, to bless our lives in unfathomable ways. I understand why it's so easy to jump off a cliff with this thing. Do I know that everything will work, no. Do I believe it will, and have faith in this calling, absolutely.

This journey is both all about Vlad and all for Vlad, and yet the benefit seems so selfishly for us. So follow along if you'd like. It's going to be fun!