The questionnaire is complete. The Doctors appointment has been booked and the police check has begun. So I guess this is really happening! It amazes me how everything just seems to come together when you let God lead the way. Even the little details. For example, I wanted to organize the forms with paper clips, I knew we used to have some but had not seen them for a very long time. I informed my husband that I was headed down stairs to look under the crawl, which is currently full of boxes. He laughed "good luck". So down to the dungeon I went. I flicked on the light and entered the cove of the unknown... Piles of boxes in front of me, not sure where even to begin... Wait a second... There they were! Right out in the open. I turned off the light and ran up the stairs singing something along the lines of "everything, everything, everything comes together when God's in con-trol" yes, yes its true I tend to turn everything into a song. Why can't real life be like a musical? "you found them?" Brandon was in awe! To make things a bit more exciting there were 8 colors of paper clips and 8 different titles to be filed. Ok so I get a bit excited about little thing sometimes, but why not.

We got a phone call today from the foster care/ adoption family recruiter. She was impressed with the fact that both Brandon and I work in group homes. We are trained in Developmental Service work and both work in behavioral homes. We informed her that we are open to fostering children with developmental and Physical disabilities, however would be cautious  about behaviors because we have two children and are not willing to jeopardize their safety. She asked Brandon if it would be alright if she contacted us on Monday with a profile to consider... So it begins. Honestly I thought I would be nervous and a bit apprehensive but I feel excited and very much at ease. Looking forward to Monday!

So my children, I have a 3 year old beautiful, very intelligent little girl we will refer to her as "N" for now. And a 13 month old darling little boy who is always smiling, he shall be referred to as "D". Brandon and I knew starting a family was something we wanted to do, just never expected it would be as difficult as it was.

  Brandon and I were married in August 2004. Shortly after that we started trying for a family. It took 2 years before I got pregnant. It was twins! Immediately after hearing the news we were a bit nervous at the thought of 2 at once, but it quickly turned to excitement. At 14 weeks I was sent in for an emergency ultrasound due to excessive bleeding. We had lost them one week before my birthday. I didn't understand how it was possible, I had always heard that once you reached 13 weeks you were safe. And I was carrying 2 babies, how could I have lost them both? Quite honestly I didn't handle it well and it took a toll on our marriage. But what doesn't break you only makes you stronger they say. And that it did. Another 2 years went by before I got pregnant again. We went through fertility treatments this time, and we were starting to doubt if we would ever get pregnant again. At 6 weeks I began to bleed heavily again, and again was brought in for an ultrasound. There was a faint heartbeat, but my levels were low. The infertility specialist suggest I try 'progesterone' and return in a week. A week went by and I was back on the table anxiously waiting to view the large screen above me. There it was a strong heartbeat! The Doctor Called her a miracle. 4 more times through my pregnancy I was told that I may lose my baby. "don't get to attached to this baby just yet. Things don't look great" a doctor told me once. Just what you want to here! I prayed constantly that God would make away for this child. September 11 2009 she arrived, not without a bit of drama though. She was blue and not responding. It took almost 3 minutes to get her breathing. It was the longest 3 minutes of my life! She is definitely our little miracle, and we thank God for her everyday. In October of 2010 I found out I was expecting again. On December 5th 2010, 1 day before my birthday I lost the baby. I passed it while going to the washroom. The entire sack was intact and I could see the baby. Little fingers and all. With the twins they did a DandC and I did not see them, I struggled with the fact that I was pregnant and then all of the sudden I was not, but with seeing this baby it was good closure for me. Don't get me wrong, it was still not easy, Job 1:21 was a good reminder for me "the Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Let the name of the Lord be blessed" March 2011 following a much needed trip out west to see a great friend of mine, I found out I was expecting again. This pregnancy did not come without its fair share of challenges as well, but December 10 2011 out came our adorable little CRYING Baby Boy! It was music to our ears. So there you have it. My wonderful family. We venture this journey together and remember that every life is a miracle, and that God has a plan for each and everyone of us, it's a matter of choice whether we choose to allow his will for our lives or not. So I choose his will.

So here it goes... The beginning of my blogging adventures.
Let me start off with the reason behind this blog. A few days ago my husband Brandon and I attended a foster and adoption information night in our community. Let me tell you that adoption has been something I have dreamed about since I was a little girl, and something Brandon and I had discussed before we got married. However he was not as passionate about it as I was. Brandon is the more logical mind in our relationship, and I am definitely the dreamer. So naturally he had logical reasons to be a bit squeamish about the subject. So Jan 24 2013 we set out in hopes to get a better understanding of the adoption process. I prayed for weeks that God would make it clear what direction we were to go in and that Brandon and I would be on the same page. I prayed that if it was God's plan for us to adopt Brandon would feel as passionate As I do about it. And if that was not God's plan for us that he would change my heart.

We went out for dinner before hand, I was so anxious. What if we are not supposed to adopt? What if God had a different idea for our lives? I said a little silent prayer "father God... I don't know what to say at this point. My mind has gone blank. Ah... I just want your will for my life even if it is not what I had mapped out!" but my anxieties continued. All of the sudden I was reminded of Philippians 4:6–7 'be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.' following dinner we headed to the children's services building, 30 minutes early! I prayed again, asking God once more to make it clear to us what direction he would have us go.

It was time to go in. "hello, can I get your names please?" she was really nice, didn't seem as intimidating as I had imagined. We were lead down a long hallway with about 30 other people whom had evidently come to find out more information on adoption or foster care. Foster Care... I could never do that! I would get to attached. It would be to hard. You have to be incredibly strong to be a foster parent. There is no way!

We walked into a big room with a few rows of chairs set up. On the chairs were bags with the children's services logo on them, a piece of paper and a pen. The meeting began. They explained the application process, which is pretty well the same as the foster care process. I wrote down every word they said about the adoption process, wanting to soak it all in. Surely this is what we were called to do, why else would I want it so badly? Next they went into information relevant to foster care. I listened. Intrigued. Just then Brandon leaned over and gently nudged my arm "write this down" so I did. The meeting lasted about one and a half hours. In closing they gave everyone 3 options. Option 1. Pick up an information package on your way out, take it home and digest all of what was shared this evening. Option 2. Pick up an application form, take it home and begin the process. Or option 3. This is not for you, or you need more time to think about what was just presented to you. "well, do you want the information package or the application form?"- did my husband just ask me that??? Yes, he did. And the application form was our choice. However not exactly for the reason you may think. We both decided that Foster Care was where we wanted to start our journey. At that moment I threw away the map I had laid out for my life, everything I had planned for my future and decided it was time to allow God to lead the way.