Will Adams

On September 24, 2014, our family and friends gathered in a court room and Will officially became the sixth member of our family.  On this day we gained a son, and Will ended approximately 4,000 days in the foster care system.  Never again will my boy fear hearing the most dreaded words from a child services worker, "Go pack."  He is home for good.

  It was a great day of celebration and one I will remember for the rest of my life. The proceeding itself was quick and fairly informal, with Luke serving as both adoption attorney and adoptive father.



Adoption is nothing I ever dreamed God had in store for us, but I can't imagine our lives any other way.  Most of us become parents by giving birth to a baby.  We never question how or if we love our child we just do.

Adoption is a whole different ball game, especially with an older child.  We must choose him.  In turn, he must choose us.  Sitting in the court room, it felt more like a marriage ceremony than anything else I have ever experienced.  (I mean that in a completely non-creepy way.) The three of us vowed, under oath, to become a family.  Though completely unlike pregnancy and child birth, there is something amazingly special about this process.

I feel blessed to now be the mom of adopted and biological children.  Blessed that my children could care less about the difference.  Blessed with a husband who trusts me when I go out on a limb.  Blessed to have the support of family and friends.  Pretty much just blessed.