Wednesday, May 12, 2010


You could have knocked me over with a feather.... My sweetheart of a husband and I were talking about the kids, and he had forgotten where Tavi's birthday landed in the birthorder. She is a couple of months older than Luke. So I commented that Luke would still be the baby age wise. And he said, "Well, for now anyway. I would bet that it won't be for long..."

Now, that may not seem huge to some of you. BUT my husband is a man of few words, and typically any mention of adopting again makes him break out in a cold sweat! :) But he said it, and in a normal voice, and I just said... "We'll see. Who knows what God has planned?" And I meant it. There is always, always room in my heart for another child, but money, rooms in the house, the unknown needs of Tavi and Yana... I just don't know what the future holds for us. It may be adoption happens soon, or it could be a long ways off for us, or maybe not at all.

So even though the wait for our girls continues, even though there are days I think I can't wait a second more, He continues to shower me with blessings, and speaks straight to my heart! What a tender-hearted God we serve!


  1. WOW! Knowing how my husband was about adoption in the first place, I can say I'd be just as shocked if my husband made a comment like that. I'm sure you'll do what my husband says most women do: Tuck that little tidbit of information away for later use! LOL God does some pretty amazing things. I know, because He turned my husband around when I wasn't even in the country to influence him!

  2. That's wonderful, got me smiling :)

  3. I'm laughing and crying at the same time on this post! How incredible you share your husband's comment and why it's so special (thus the tears). Then you add the cold sweat part- which is what my husband is living in right now- so I am laughing! I have promised, PROMISED not to mention something in my heart until $$ rains down on us and our country fee is covered. When that happens, he agreed we could "talk about it". As $$ keep "sprinkling" into our fund, his sweat gets colder. Poor man. Poor, poor man :)