So I have this husband, Brad. He's fabulous. He's silly and goofy, he's hardworking and talented and able to fix just about anything, he's funny and caring and kind. Yep, he's awesome.
He's also sensible and makes good solid decisions for our family. After Hannah came home, he was very clear that that was it for a while. There were things we needed to do before we could even think about adding another child. Finish paying off school loans. Move house. Survive the toddler years :) It was a subject we talked about in passing every few months, but I knew where he stood and I agreed that he was right. We settled in with our three and that was that.
Until the day it wasn't.
I shouldn't even have looked. I shouldn't even have looked. But I did. I found myself looking at the waiting children on our agency's website. I don't know why. I wasn't looking for a child for us, really! I was just looking :)
And there she was.
Oh my heart. This little 20-month-old girl, I kid you not...beautiful. Just the sweetest little sweet pea with these sad eyes and these cheeks that begged to be kissed.
And beside her picture was a short description sharing her special need. This sweet little darling had a brain mass. A brain tumor. Oh, how my heart ached.
But I knew where Brad was at and I knew we were tired and busy and that we still lived in a two bedroom house.
We did pay off those school loans though...
And we were getting the house ready so that we could hopefully move soon...
Could we???
I was pretty sure Brad would say "no way" to even looking at her file with such a serious special need. Our hearts have been changed and opened in ways we never dreamed over the last few years towards children with special needs, but still...this was a whole different ballgame.
So with a sigh I closed my computer and tried to put her out of my mind. I didn't mention her to Brad, but I went back to the website every now and then to see if she had found a family. I showed her to my mom and told her, "I love her!". But that was it.
Until one day a few weeks ago when I texted Brad to ask him if he wanted to take a trip next summer. I just had the bug to travel, to plan a trip, to see somewhere new...he said yes right away! I told him that I loved how he is always up for an adventure. Then, on a whim (or rather a prompting from the Lord!) I texted back...
"Or of course there's always this adventure!"
And I sent him her picture.
I did not expect anything except a "ha ha" or something similar. It was a good thing I was sitting down because the text that came back would have made me fall over!
"Well...who said no?"
Um, you honey! You every single time we talked about it up until this moment!
I could not believe it. We texted back and forth, I told him what it said her need was, he shocked me again and said let's ask for her file!
At this point I started freaking out! Could we really do it? Two bedrooms?!!? Oh, the money! Four children under 6???? How much coffee would I have to drink to survive that?!?! A brain tumor...what did that mean? What would happen to her? What would we do if something happened to her? So many questions. So many reasons to say no. And yet, as the days went on, we knew God was telling us to say yes.
I will share the rest of the story tomorrow, but I will not keep you in too much suspense.
She is going to be our daughter!
And we do not believe (after having her medical info reviewed by a radiologist, neuroradiologist and head neurosurgeon) that she has a brain tumor! Praise God!
We are blessed beyond words and we give God the glory for all He has done for us!