I know my blog is SO neglected these days...just the way of my new life.
So...I left myself a note a few weeks ago regarding pictures I need to order...no clue what the note meant. Love it!
Totally changing topics...
From the time I was about 8 until about 20, I ALWAYS said I didn't want to have children, but adopt them. I wanted to adopt slightly order kids for the simple facts that they are potty trained, can talk, and no one really wants to adopt older kids. I was soooooooooo set this is what I wanted. When I was engaged to ST, my mind changed that I would have my own children, but the idea of adopting wasn't that far from my mind. Over the years, the idea of having my own children (when I say having my own children, I mean that in the biological sense, because I know when you adopt a child, its YOUR child as well) became more and more the way I wanted to go.
Now, that I'm married, having children is a priority in our life. When we were dating we jokingly talked about adoption, but it was strictly joking. We have been working on getting me knocked up. (Charting & all that fun stuff) Well, fast forward to today...my husband calls me. The convo goes like this...
"I have an idea to run by you. Its only an idea, but think about it and pray about it & I will do the same" says husband.
"Okkkkkay, whats up?" (This statement abuot his is either about traveling, spending lots of money, or business adventures)
"What if we adopt Little Boy P?"
"Hmmmm..."
"You know his Gma can't really afford him & his Mom is washing her hands just like she did with the girls" Blah blah blah
There is this family (a very large extended family) that we know very well & are kind of like our family too. We hang out with them all the time. We love them all & they love us. The Grandma that I am referring to, has 2 children (one who is my husbands best friend, happily married with kids)...her one daughter is a TOTAL screw up to put it nicely. Daughter had two girls while married, then had a son about 6 years after her divorce. The girls were given up by both parents & adopted by their Grandma officially about a year ago (Grandma had been the caregiver totally for a couple years). Little Boy P had been living with his Mom, the Mom that didn't want to take care of her two daughters. Recently, Little Boy P ended up in the hospital for being beat by his Mom's boyfriend. His Mom has decided she doesn't want him at all, his Dad took him for three days and decided he doesn't want him either. Grandma has him right now, but its a temporary thing. She can't keep up with a 5 year old. She can't afford another grandchild to raise. Little Boy P is an adorable, sweet 5 year old that probably comes with some baggage...but he just needs to be loved & taken care of properly. Even being asked if we want Little Boy P is a huge honor. So much to think about, so much to pray about.
The crazy God part to me is, my husband has no idea that I ever wanted to adopt. I am really thinking this is something we need to look into a lot. Even if we don't get Little Boy P, I pray that someone that will love & care for him does.
God is love!
