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!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
pages that is :) Today Quinton moved from the "my family found me" page to the "newly committed" page. Next stop-"homestudy in progress" page. We met with our social worker the Friday after Thanksgiving for about 2 and a half hours to officially begin our homestudy. We were drilled with questions and scenarios we had never even thought about. In the next couple of weeks, we have to make some huge life decisions before our homestudy can be completed. We have to write a will and decide who will take Quinton if something happens to us. I had always assumed that my mom and dad would take Quinton, but it turns out that with international adoption, you cannot name the adoptive grandparents as guardians because we are expected to outlive them (although they would love to have him). So, my brother and his fiance have expressed a sincere interest in being his guardians. We have lots to pray about. Please join us in prayer as we travel this journey to bring our baby boy home. Today we became one step closer :)