Did you know that I lived on Chaplain’s Lane? It isn’t technically called that, but my neighbor and I counted yesterday more chaplains that on our street than people who aren’t. It makes us both feel happy and somewhat protected by all the goodness that can live on one tiny road.
In this same conversation, my neighbor told me that they had just started the process of adopting a child. She has a toddler and a college student and two more in between. This would make child number five. As in turns out, she found two children with fetal alcohol syndrome that she has her heart set on. Number six.
When her husband explained how hard this would be (they cry because they haven’t been held, then cry more when you hold them), she simply said she could sleep on the couch downstairs with the children in play pens at night until they could sleep.
She said this could take a year. A year filled with crying, heartache and tears.
A woman with four kids, ranging from young to college, has her heart set on embracing two children into her home. My neighbor doesn’t want to get her hopes up for these children (too much) in case it doesn’t go through.
Her (not only willingness, but) desire to love makes me think about my love. My heart. I want it to be that big. That wide.
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That’s amazing and so precious! We hope to some day be stable enough to expand our family in that way! Maybe one day!
That is amazing!
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