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!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

We Are Going to Meet Our Son Tomorrow!!!

The day I have been waiting for is so close I can't stand it! This evening we will pick up Quinton's referral for adoption and then take an 8 hour train ride to his region. We should hopefully be there in time for the morning visitation hours. I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve! I just can't wait to get my hands on him! I just hope that my expectations don't get the best of me. I have been loving him for 8 months, but he has no idea who I am. He is not used to being hugged and kissed on and I know that it will take time for him to get used to us. I am trying my hardest to prepare my heart for this. I want him to love me as much as I already love him. I can't wait to look into his eyes and tell him how much he means to me and that we will never ever leave him.

 Although adopting is a long process, it is instantaneous in a way. Today, Brian and I are a family of 2, tomorrow we will be a family of 3. There were no ultrasounds or growing tummies to remind us that a baby was on its way-not really even any shopping for baby stuff. We did not paint a nursery for him or pick out a crib. We did not spend lots of money on toys and cute clothes (this took complete self control because I was dying to do all of this). We picked up extra work and saved and fundraised up until two days before we left to come get him. Tomorrow our story will come alive. What has been a dream, a very surreal dream, will become a reality and we can't wait.

Besides the SDA appointment, nothing new really went on, but I will leave you with the story and a few pictures of what happens when you try and order pizza for lunch:
We went to a pizza place for lunch yesterday that several people had recommended. We walked in and both of us just kinda looked at each other. Brian walked up to the counter and asked if the cashier spoke any english. She said that she did speak a little, but did not look confident. Brian said "cheese pizza?". She shook her head and said "yes, 4 cheese pizza?" We looked at each other and our eyes lit up because she knew what we were talking about. We did not intend to order 4 cheese pizza, but we were sure we were getting something semi-normal. We ordered two Coke Lights (that's their version of Diet Coke) and sat down to wait. Within 10 minutes, the pizza came out and this is what it looked like (well, the whole thing was there. I took the picture after we had both taken a piece.):
The picture definitely does not do it justice. There was so much grease on that thing that I had to use all of my napkins to soak up one piece. I was not sure I even wanted to try it because as you can tell, their 4 cheese is obviously not the same as American 4 cheese. I still don't know what those big chunks of cheese were, but I didn't eat mine. Brian looked at me and said "you first". So I did. I tasted it first and it was actually ok. I ate a piece but then I was done. No more for me. We have had so many unique experiences and we have only been here for going on 4 days and I am sure we will have many more to come. Here are some pictures from the pizza place. How would you like to try an order from a menu that looked like this?

As we were leaving, I picked up a menu off of the table and guess what?...They had english translations!

Update: We just got a phone call from our driver. He is taking us to pick up Quinton's referral, but there will not be any officials in his region to "accept us" :( Don't ask, I have no ideal what this means. What I do know is that the plans now are for us to leave on Sunday and see him on Monday. It is really not a huge deal in the scheme of things. Just a few more days.


  1. You keep making me cry! I hate I missed talking to you yesterday, I passed out kinda early. Hehe to the menu :)

  2. You are such a beautiful writer Carol! You paint such a perfect picture of your feelings. I am so happy for you and Brian on this journey, and I'm so proud of you both. That little boy may not be quite ready to be hugged and snuggled on, but it sure won't take him long to feel your love. God didn't bring you guys this far for it to be anything but a blessing to all involved.
    It's only 6:50 a.m. here and I just woke everyone up laughing at the last line of your story!!!! Hahahahaha!!! English translations!!! SO funny and I'm sure you're not the first or the last that that has happened to. Not that you need to but this is a great way to lose some weight, huh?
    Can't wait to read the next update.

  3. I'm going to quit reading your blog before work. You have me in tears every morning. I'm so, so beyond thrilled for you and Brian. I hope the next days pass quickly and you finally get to hold your son. My only advice- TAKE PICTURES. The pictures I have of holding Abbey for the first time are my most favorite pictures I have of her. Looking at them takes me right back to that moment every single time. Can't wait to read your next post!