Over the past few months, Jason and I have talked at length about the idea of adoption. We both know (at least we know most of the time!) that we want one more baby but I'm not sure I feel the need to be pregnant and to deliver again (though I am so glad to have done it at least once. I learned so much about myself and giving birth is an amazingly transformative experience). However, I don't think that just anyone can really love someone else's child as their own and I think that people who can, should. I know that we can. I know that both Jason and I can truly love a child that doesn't have my cowlick or his freckles, as any child our our's would have. We can love someone else's child as our own.
We thought this would be a few years in the future. We thought we would adopt a baby or a toddler. But God had other plans, at least for now. Last weekend, Myles, a senior at a local high school, moved in with us. His family home was not a safe place to be and he left there about two months ago, but hasn't had a settled place to stay. Without needing too much discussion, Jason and I asked him to come and live with us. He's a sweet, thoughtful and intelligent guy. Our hope is to get him healthy and happy-- get him to prom, to graduation, getting a job, starting classes at our local community college and feeling loved. Both of our boys love him and he already feels like one of our own.
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