I’ve had good intentions of posting since we got home, but incredibly, there have been more important things to do. There are a million things I could say about the last 3 weeks, but it would take months to write, and time ill-spent. So, I’ll say this:
A thousand blessings and answered prayers have covered us the last 3 weeks. From travel, to bonding, to love and patience–God has faithfully walked beside us while preparing the way before us at each milestone. Here is a quick glimpse of the past three weeks in pictures.
Now, I do want to point out that pictures don’t always tell the whole story. These pictures show the majority of our times together…..happy, laughing, singing, playing. But adoption is hard stuff, and behind the smiles are sad stories of abandonment, grief, loss, and neglect. We are thankful that interwoven in Leo’s story, there is also love because part of his story includes a great foster family. However, it is ultimately sadness and brokenness that brought him to us.
There have been moments that are emotionally, mentally, and physically hard. Part of those moments are due to initial bonding and adjusting…..some are just a result of “cocooning” and not seeing the outside world or community for so many days on end. Some were just trying to figure out what “normal” is going to look like after the dust settles, Andy goes back to work, and Addy and Abe start schoolwork again. And as each day passes, it all feels a little more normal…..and feels a little more like he’s always been here–right where he belongs.
We never imagined the last three weeks would go as smoothly as they have. God has been so faithful and so near to us. He has shown grace and patience as we fumble through this. He has provided the love and support of our families whom have been incredibly patient in meeting Leo as we establish then the bonds he has with us first. He has surrounded us with church family and friends who have sacrificially loved us…..bringing us meals every day the last three weeks, dropping off donuts on our kitchen table, offering to go shopping for us, offering rides to and from church activities for our older 3, calling and texting with concern and encouragement, sending cards, and filling in the gaps for us as we step back from church involvement for a while. He has provided me a core group of other adoptive moms–we are 5 strong (and some days we are 5 weak). Through the beauty of technology, I talk with them daily…..and one hard day in particular, I could not have survived without their love and wisdom. God also knit my heart together with Zoosy’s foster mom, Alina. I continue to be in almost daily contact with her which has been an enormous blessing. She has helped with any language barriers and food questions I have had. She sent us home with bags of his favorite things–keepsakes and comforts—the only things he will ever have to physically remind him of his life before us. There has been no place, no situation that hasn’t had the hand of God all over it. He left no detail to chance and no moment unattended. We give all glory and honor and praise to His name.