No one tells you how FUN crawling makes life. Sure, it’s harder when they’re moving, but goodness her sense of wonder brings me joy. #makingteamthomas
Slow like Sunday morning. • She’s the fast and the moving and the blurry baby faces. I’m the slow to pick up, walk away, do the dishes and laundry. • These days her baby-ness is fleeting and I’m already missing the tiny self she was while falling madly in love with her independent, people-loving, animal-kissing, book-inhaling spirit. (He made her for us. And it’s beloved. And I thank Him constantly for her big eyes and brown hair and beautiful soul.) #makingteamthomas
While the rest of the nation watched football, this babe was living true to “ball (🏀) is life”. • Also, the way they look at each other 😍. #makingteamthomas
Be still my soul because snuggles are RARE. Also, be large and empty my bladder because no ones moving until she’s over it. #makingteamthomas
One year ago, I drove an hour and forty minutes to a CPS office in the middle of the desert. I fed a five pound baby in the back of my car in the parking lot and about cried as 9:00 AM came up on my clock. I headed inside and checked in for my first visit with our birth mom. • She ended up checking in with me because she needed help figuring out where we were assigned. She asked me about her daughter’s weight and how she likes the car and she told me about her life. Her hard, hard life. I sat, I listened, I told her about her girl. • Two hours later we left. I stopped at Starbucks across the street and fed her daughter again. I drove home. And I sobbed. I sobbed more times than I can count in that first month. Because I loved her. • I loved our birth mom. All of her flaws and pains were nothing compared to her hope and kindness. She was in a hard place and I was asked to be with her. And she was kind. She leaned on me and shared her dreams for her daughter. And I cried. A lot. Not with her, but privately. Because how does limping beside one another in a broken place feel like my holiest life work? • I’ll carry her name in my prayers until the day I die. Her story broke my heart and then she allowed the gift of her daughter to heal it. • Redemption is a hard, hard work that only a God of Miracles can manage. #makingteamthomas
Our feelings about date nights. And speak easys. And Nana. #makingteamthomas
Took our girl to see the top of the world and all she could admire were the airplanes passing overhead. Parenthood: the ultimate humbling. #makingteamthomas
One year ago today we brought our sweet babe home. We had dinner and she met some of her new family and her sister dog. We snuggled her and cried and we’re amazed by her tiny size. Then everyone left and we sat in our bed and said “now what?” • We got no sleep that night -worrying about grunts and feedings and a late night case of the hiccups. We started the most sleep deprived days of our lives but we’re rewarded with a thriving, weight-gaining tiny human. #worthit • And here we are, a year later. Sleeping hours on end and talking about how we’d do it all again (never did I think I’d say that in this early weeks). • I didn’t have a clue about visits or her birth mom or the heartbreak that was going to quickly fall upon my head. I was just exhausted and blissfully in love itch her (even if I was terribly afraid we were going to mess her up). #makingteamthomas
A year ago, we spent an evening out in anticipation of bringing our girl home the following morning. We ate Chinese food, drank wine, and inhaled mini cheesecakes. We talked about her LOTS and we prayed before dinner, asking God to keep her breathing steady through the night. All we needed was another twelve hours of steady breath. • A year later, we’re in pajamas and watching her sleep while UFC plays in the background. Our dates are fewer. But our life is a thousand times better because of her. • You couldn’t have started to explain the hardness and the joy of 2017 to us that night. But you could have told us God had the whole of Team Thomas in the palm of His Hand and we would have believed you. • His divine nature is the DNA of our last year and we know it’s what will make 2018 even sweeter. #makingteamthomas
All my teeth might fall out she’s so sweet. • But really, we go to court in a month. (Just under that -actually.) And life with her has been blissful (minus the flu that she got right after Christmas), so blissful I forget we’re even in the throes of a legal process. Sometimes I’m proud of that, other times I think I’m insane to forget. • She’s developed a freckle over her eyebrow. It might be one of my favorite things about her because somehow, I feel like it is something I can hold onto as mine. Her birth mom saw all the other little physical quirks that makes her so, but this freckle is new and it’s something her mom never saw. And despite the bitter that comes with foster care, my flesh is thankful for the sweetness of a physical thing that reminds me of ALL THE THINGS I got to (and get to) celebrate with her because of adoption. • She’s an incredible, miraculous gift whose depth and significance will never escape me. #makingteamthomas
It’s no longer an afternoon walk. It’s now an afternoon flower gathering ride. #makingteamthomas
Always with the books. Always. #makingteamthomas
One year ago, we sat outside the NICU and waited for the security guard to come back for us. We put in some calls hoping someone could help us in to see the sweet girl we get to call daughter. Finally -after what felt like forever- they brought us in to meet Baby Girl. She had not yet been given a name and the moment we laid eyes on her we knew she was perfection. • Other babies cried and whines and had monitors beeping, she slept peacefully. We fed her, we changed her, we learned about her care. We spent hours there staring and rocking and taking in every ounce of her little soul. We fell madly in love. • We cried over a late lunch just a block from the hospital. We couldn’t believe our lives. We left her to come home and we shared the news with our families. We cried as we told them about the daughter we had. • A nurse so sweetly took our first family photo. She printed two copies -one for each of us- and it’ll forever be one of the greatest pictures of my life. #makingteamthomas
A year ago today, we got the call. It was a Friday -Jason was at work, my mom and I were on the way to lunch. I got in the car and had missed a call from the agency. I wasn’t going to call back, but my mom insisted a missed call is basically a voicemail. So I called. • The woman -I’ll forever call her our matchmaker- on the other end told us it was a wild gamble, but she’d approach the county if we’d consider the four-week-old, four-and-a-half pound medically fragile preemie GIRL that was about an hour and a half away in a NICU. It was obvious to say yes, but we had questions we’d agreed on. I asked. The answers were right. I said yes, please present us. She warned us the county could say no for a million different reasons -distance from birth mom, the fact that we needed emergency certification, our finished but waiting Home study. But if we said yes, she’d get to work. We did and she did. Hours later, our placement was official -just before business closed for the week. • Arrangements were made to meet her the next morning. I got to call Jason and tell him we had a daughter -even if just for a time. We knew God had His fingerprints all over this process -even if we weren’t able to see them just yet. #makingteamthomas
New Year, this way. 👉🏼. • Welcome 2018, we already love you.
Is anyone surprised the highlights of our year revolves around the beautiful babe that suddenly crashed into our lives the first week of 2017? No. Not a bit. • A year ago today, we were on the phone with a woman about twins. She was a friend of the birth parents and she wanted a miracle to happen for them to be in our home. A year ago, it poured down cats and dogs while we talked details and prayed. We thought God might be opening doors for us. • I’m going to be sharing more details from a year ago, from the way God showed up and showed off in 2017 (especially January).