The Beginning

The emotional road begins.

I got a call last Saturday from a dear old friend. She has fallen on some hard times. She told me that a mutual friend had mentioned we were looking to adopt and asked if we would be  willing to adopt her baby girl. Instantly I felt honored. We haven't had much contact in the last 8 years. 8 YEARS, and she still chose us. She said that she knew how I was raised, knew my family values, knew the person I was and wanted her daughter to be raised by me. ME! It took everything in my to hold back the tears while we talked.

With her living in California and my husband and I living in Texas there are complications though. Her daughter is already in the foster care program, placed with a family that would love to adopt her. I cant blame them, just from the few pictures I have seen she is completely adorable!!! Usually the only time they consider out of state adoptions in this case is if it is a family member wanting to adopt.

We talked to her case worker yesterday. There is hope however because we have been family friends for 12+ years. We are moving forward as if we will be able to adopt her but we wont know for another month when we fly to California and stand before a judge, hoping that he will have pity on us, and let us be considered to adopt this sweet little girl. After we get permission to be considered it will probably be a month or more before we can get all the duel state certifications to get her in our home. And then after that, many more months before we can legally adopt. The waiting game begins.

I have shed a lot of tears already and thankfully have such a loving and supportive husband, family, and friends. The hardest thing is not knowing.  I hope and pray every day that God knows what is best for us and this little girl, and if this is what he has planned for us then he will help make it happen.

In the mean time I am keeping busy with getting items up for our auction. It is coming to a close so soon! 2 more weeks! Ack!

Please keep us in your prayers.

Moriah