Yes, it's true.
I'm adopting again.
He's three-and-a-half years old. He's absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. He's got an impish grin, and multiple reports describe him as a mischief-making little snuggle bug. In other words, he'll fit right in with the rest of my little snuggly scamps.
He's waiting for me in an orphanage on the coast of China. I am madly trying to wade through the mountains and mountains of paperwork required by his government and my government before I can scoop him up and bring him home. It's overwhelming, honestly. In the six short years since Eric came home from China it has become insanely more complex. Thank you, Hague Treaty, for much of that.
Mentally and emotionally, this was a rough journey. It took years and a lot of patience on God's part to bring me here. If I gloss over it and don't go into detail here, it's because it's too private and too sacred. This call to adopt another child, from halfway across the globe, as a single mother to four other kiddos--ultimately it was between me and God. It involved a lot of tears, arguing, whimpering, and whining before I was ready to align my will with His. I'm not proud of this, and I'm not excusing it. I am deeply and profoundly grateful that He was willing to walk with me until I came around. I think He knew I'd get on board eventually. But that is my rambling way of saying that if you've got anything negative to say about this plan, if you want to question my sanity (way ahead of you on that one, trust me) or give me religious reasons why, as a single mom, I shouldn't do this, or tell me that this is a bad idea for any reason....you can say it, but God and I aren't listening.
Oh my goodness, we are so excited! I can't even really put into words. This has been a long time coming. My kids knew it long before I did. I was a tough nut to crack, but they kept working away at me. There was never any doubt in their minds that there was another "China Boy" meant for our family.