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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Good Gravy!

Sam and I made Swedish meatballs last night. My cute little Granny D is Swedish, which makes me one-quarter Swed, but this is the first time I've attempted the dish. Sam made the meatballs, but I cheated by using an IKEA mix for the sauce/gravy. While putting away leftovers, I dropped the Tupperware dish that held the sauce along with one lonely meatball. Gravy flew all over the place. My first reaction was "Oh crap!" But then I realized that the container had flipped 360-degrees, landing right-side-up. Most of the sauce and the meatball remained where I put them, inside the container. My second reaction was to laugh. How lucky was that?

While I cleaned up the renegade gravy, I thought about how easy it is to think, "Oh crap!" when something bad happens. How often do I forget to look at things in the bigger picture? It's no secret to anyone that I have a serious case of baby-on-the-brain, adoption-on-the-brain, pending mommy hood-on-the-brain, etc. So this gravy incident made me think about how blessed Sam and I were when we found out about our infertility. The news is completely devastating to most people. While there was some sadness and frustration, I really don't think we had an "Oh crap!" moment. Even before doctors broke the news to us that it's highly unlikely for us to conceive, we already felt at peace and even excited to begin this journey of adoption. How lucky was that?

So then I thought of the woman who will choose us to raise her child. Even though I have no idea who this woman is, I think of her all the time. I'm sure she'll have the "Oh crap!" moment, but I hope it doesn't last too long. I hope she has an endless supply of hugs. I hope she feels Heavenly Father's and Christ's love for her. I hope she feels good about her decision to place her baby for adoption. I hope she finds good, happiness and peace through her experience. I hope she knows how ginormous of a blessing this is to us--how we'll see it as so much more than just luck. And I hope she feels the same way, too. How lucky would that be?!