Faith to Move a Mountain
In November of 2011, I started this blog as a sort of journal to chronicle the events of our son Quinton's adoption. Quinton is a little boy who was born with an extra special something. Quinton has down syndrome and was given up at birth by his parents because he has down syndrome. His birth parents must not have had any idea what a blessing he would be or I am sure they would not have given him up. Unfortunately in Eastern Europe (Quinton is from Ukraine) people with disabilities are not accepted in society and at the age of 4-6, they are sent to adult mental institutions where most of them die :( Although it breaks my heart that his parents have missed out on such a joyful little boy, God has used this unfortunate situation to bless us with a gift greater than I could have ever imagined: the gift of our first child. If you ever considered adoption-do it! Don't let money deter you. God provided over $20,000 for us to adopt Quinton. We were not fully funded until 50 minutes before we boarded our plane to Ukraine. If you have never considered adoption, go back to the beginning of this blog and read. You will see what a blessing adoption really is. Many people tell us that we are angels for rescuing Quinton, but the honest truth is this: Quinton has given me far more that I will ever be able to give him. He is my little miracle, my silly bug, my baby boy, my love. HE IS MY LIFE!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Swimming in Paperwork
Not much has changed. We are diligently working on paperwork so that we can get our homestudy started. As soon as we think we have everything done, we learn about something else we need to do. Oh well. I just keep reminding myself that every piece of paper I fill out gets us one step closer to our baby boy :) On a lighter note, Brian and I keep making bets about everything. The stakes are always who gets to hold Quinton first when we go see him. I am currently the winner of that privilege, but I am sure that will change soon. I am a sore loser, so whenever I am not winning I tell him "That's fine. You go ahead and hold him first, but I get to carry him off the plane and show him off". I know that he will let me at him first though. We cannot wait to meet him. Until then we will continue to pray for him daily, that the hole in his heart will heal and that someone there will love on him until we can get to him.