I don’t know what’s going to happen. We have a deadline, Sept 13th, for when our dossier needs to be submitted to China. In order to submit it, though, we need a little over two thousand dollars and I just don’t know where that money is going to come from. We’re also facing the possibility of, even if we raise the two grand, if it’s been this hard to raise that, what happens when the remaining thirty grand comes due to bring our boys home?
I never thought, in a million years, that we would ever get this close only to lose them.
That was two weeks ago and, oh my, what a difference two weeks makes. Thanks to my mom’s generosity and the generosity of others, we raised a little over $3,000 since then. We’re going to just barely meet the deadline for the dossier. As I'm writing this we are, quite literally, scrambling to get our paperwork together.
I’m just amazed. Two weeks ago I was facing the prospect having to let these two precious little boys go and now it's starting to look like we might actually get to be a family after all.
But, while we’ve managed to meet this financial deadline, there’s still almost another $35,000 needed to bring my sons home. Sometimes it feels a little 'one step forward, two steps back.' I’m excited to be a dad in a way that I never thought I would be. It’s not something that I can easily put into words right now. However, this adoption has been a constant roller coaster of emotions. For every challenge we overcome, there’s almost immediately another to take it’s place. It’s infuriating and exciting all at once. My wife and I have to remind ourselves that this adoption is going to occur in God's time, according to His plan. It's just frustrating when my expectations don't match with God's timetable.
As I’ve mentioned before, my Star Girl series has it’s roots not only in my love of comics, but this adoption process. So it seems only appropriate that Star Girl carries some of the responsibility of making our little family whole. Every dollar I make from Star Girl is going directly to the adoption. Right now, there are three Star Girl books available in print and for your Kindle:
Buy one of those books, or all three, and you’re not only getting a fun read, but you’re contributing to bringing a family together, you’re helping save two little boys. You might say, if you’ll pardon a little sappiness, that by purchasing these books, you’re being a superhero in your own right.
Buy one of those books, or all three, and you’re not only getting a fun read, but you’re contributing to bringing a family together, you’re helping save two little boys. You might say, if you’ll pardon a little sappiness, that by purchasing these books, you’re being a superhero in your own right.
In addition, I’m offering a signed set of all three paperbacks for $45. There’s a Paypal link below that’ll kick you to the order page for that.
Six months ago my sister-in-law and her husband had their first child. In fact, the day my nephew was born, my wife and I discovered we were pregnant with our little girl. It's been a roller coaster all around since day one.
Lately, when we meet my sister-in-law and my nephew for lunch, I feel this weird little pang in my heart. I had a hard time identifying what it was for a little while, probably because given the circumstances two weeks ago, I found it easier to just not think about it. But as much as I love this little guy, when I see him and see how amazingly adorable he is and how much his parents love him, I feel sad.
There are these two little boys I call my sons who I've never met, who I know so little about, who change so rapidly every time we get new pictures they're almost unrecognizable, and I find myself missing them. I miss them even though I don't even know them. And I feel sad for every day that goes by that they don't get the same love and attention that my little nephew does. I feel sad that I'm not there to take care of them, to give them a hug, to teach them their colors and shapes, to experience the struggles of potty training them, or to even have them wake me up way too early in the morning.
This October our daughter will be born and I'm so excited to meet her. She's a little miracle that my wife and I never thought was going to happen. But I know that my family won't really be complete until all my children are home.
Six months ago my sister-in-law and her husband had their first child. In fact, the day my nephew was born, my wife and I discovered we were pregnant with our little girl. It's been a roller coaster all around since day one.
Lately, when we meet my sister-in-law and my nephew for lunch, I feel this weird little pang in my heart. I had a hard time identifying what it was for a little while, probably because given the circumstances two weeks ago, I found it easier to just not think about it. But as much as I love this little guy, when I see him and see how amazingly adorable he is and how much his parents love him, I feel sad.
There are these two little boys I call my sons who I've never met, who I know so little about, who change so rapidly every time we get new pictures they're almost unrecognizable, and I find myself missing them. I miss them even though I don't even know them. And I feel sad for every day that goes by that they don't get the same love and attention that my little nephew does. I feel sad that I'm not there to take care of them, to give them a hug, to teach them their colors and shapes, to experience the struggles of potty training them, or to even have them wake me up way too early in the morning.
This October our daughter will be born and I'm so excited to meet her. She's a little miracle that my wife and I never thought was going to happen. But I know that my family won't really be complete until all my children are home.
As always, please keep us in your prayers.
