This is Who Adopted Me

With trepidation, we prepared our hearts and home. An experienced adoptive mother’s forewarning that we should expect the children to “rock your world” turned out to be an understatement. There was never a dull moment. We swam, played in parks, decorated a tree, exchanged Christmas presents, ate at Chick-fil-A, watched Frozen, and played a lot at home. We exchanged countless hugs, sang “Thank you, Jesus” before meals, and helped them learn to pray—the first night only one prayed aloud but by the last night they all did. We saw the bigger ones learn much of The Lord’s Prayer in English, and we learned some of it in Latvian. There were many discoveries—a bathtub, vacuuming, new shoes, and peanut butter. Most importantly, there were new relationships. We hugged and bonded. They called us Mom and Dad. There were wonderful, loving times, and there were dark, fearful times, sometimes mere hours apart…

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