We are not adopting Levi.
I'd like to tell you all about it in a neat little package that explains everything and makes perfect sense. But I can't. I'd like write with hope... and faith... and trust... and claim the promise to "prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." But I can't. I believe the words in my head, but they haven't quite reached my heart yet.
Don't get me wrong. We have peace in the decision. But we still mourn.
So please forgive me if I seem a little silent on the subject for a while.
Since we are already on a difficult subject, can I tell you something else?
Maybe someday I'll write about it. But for now, I'm just going to keep it simple. Very simple.
Today is the day my parents died.
I was 18 the summer of the accident.
Next Saturday is my 40th birthday.
It's also the day of the funeral--the day my parents were buried.
You can probably imagine how much I love my birthday.
You still need your mom and dad when you're 18...maybe more than ever.
You still miss them when you are 40...maybe more than ever.