We are so excited to share with all of our family and friends that we are adopting a precious little boy from Eastern Europe named Micah. We cannot wait to bring him home. We’ve never done a blog before, so this will be something new. We want our first post to be “our story” so that you can follow along in this journey from start to finish. It’s a long one, but for those of you who are curious about how we got to this place we hope to answer your questions…
I remember as a little girl being really interested in adoption. It was something that would enter my head from time to time for no particular reason. The older I got, the more I felt that someday, sometime, I would adopt. When Cliff and I met in high school and started talking about getting married I remember telling him that I hoped he would want to adopt someday because I felt that God had called me to do that. Honestly, I can say that the thought crossed my mind that maybe God has placed this burden in my heart for kids without families because I was not going to be able to have biological children. This particular thought nagged at the back of my mind for many years. About a year after Cliff and I got married I started investigating the idea of adopting internationally. At my first teaching job I had had a little girl in my class who had been adopted from Guatemala. This was my first experience with international adoption and I was very intrigued. Once I started investigating, I realized that we didn’t meet ANY of the requirements at that time in our lives—we weren’t old enough, we hadn’t been married long enough, and we didn’t meet the income guidelines. So, although it never left my mind, the option of international adoption was put aside.
