adoption.

Prelude:

Coming from a family of six children,

I have always said I want four of my own

because any more than four I would wind up in a mental ward,

three runs the risk of middle child syndrome,

two is quickly reduced to one if the other is out of town,

and one child is unacceptable coming from a family of six children haha!!

So four it is.

But a few years ago, I met Sam,
a three-year-old Vietnamese little boy,

that forever changed my life.

It was then that I decided I would adopt sometime in my future,

no idea how, when, or who,

but I would.
(Malcolm never met Sammy
but i am thankful he is completely open with adoption)

Because I couldn’t kidnap Sam (its against the law),

it makes sense to have two children of our own and adopt two,

to complete our ideal four.

While driving to the Co-op the other day,

Malcolm and I were on the topic of kids

(specifically, what sports we would encourage them to play,

my picks are golf and volleyball, no football allowed!).

we walked into the co-op
and at the register was a women with four kids;

two biologically hers and two little African boys.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Granted she may have been babysitting,
but regardless,

 I don’t believe in coincidence.
I believe in God communicating with us everyday,
through verses,
songs,
stories,
 people,
strangers,
nature,
animals,
and intuition.

This specific message was communicated and received
loud and clear:)