January 3rd of 2015 I was sitting cross legged, spread out on the floor, working on Keegan’s high school graduation party. He was a senior now. Garen was across the living room on the sofa in front of the window.
His head suddenly jerked up and he burst out with, “Do you still want to adopt?” He would tell me later he started speaking without even realizing it. He hadn’t been thinking about adopting, he had actually been preoccupied with work. It was like God reached down and tapped Garen on the shoulder and whispered, “It’s time to go get your son.”
We were both instantly engaged and beyond excited to have this conversation. We could feel something big starting. Garen asked me where I was thinking we should adopt from. I actually hadn’t thought about it at all. I had never given a thought to that part of the process, but my first reaction was, Uganda! Garen’s too, oddly enough. Even though we were above all that religious stuff, we did believe in synchronicity. Saw it as a sign that we were on the right path. But first we needed to Google where Uganda was.
A crazier time couldn’t be imagined. Keegan was graduating from high school and getting ready for college. Zade was graduating from middle school and getting ready for high school. Were we really going to start over? Absolutely!
We sat the boys down to talk to them about it and they were immediately on board. Incredibly excited before we even got the full question out. Should we adopt? By the end of the day we had applied to an adoption agency.
There were so many unknowns and how-can-we-possibly’s. But Garen looked me in the eyes and told me God would work everything out. That jarred me most of all. My Agnostic husband, who avoided God at all costs, was diving into a pool of faith about the adoption. That should have been my first clue that we were fast coming to the end of our Wandering. If only I had known that then. I might have been prepared, even just a little, for the terrible time of suffering coming for my family.
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