There is more to our adoption story....
I had an amazing and unique childhood, which has shaped me in so many different ways. My parents were raised in two distinct ways
My mother on the other hand was raised in a very small town where everyone knew every one. Mom's parents were well known due to their involvement in church activities and because my grandfather managed the local G.C. Murphy store which would compare to today's Wal-Mart. My grandfather was a simple man who truly had a servant heart. Up until the day he died, he was constantly serving or working on some project at the church. My grandmother was one tough and sometimes mean lady. Yet,I never questioned their love for my mother. So, as a child growing up in the city, I had the opportunity to spend quality time in all three settings. It was a truly incredible way to grow up and I am also thankful I had a loving protective sister to help me get through the tough times.
I don"t remember the age when I found out, but somewhere on life's journey I learned my mother was adopted. Her parents would not talk about it and I quickly learned it was a taboo subject. Yet, over the years my mother would share her desire to learn her story. She was very grateful for her parents, but she wanted to know "why". I don't think we could have envisioned how God would answer her question. The answer to her question of "why" continues to be answered with "how". God continues to teach us "How" her life along with my father's lives are effecting children and families all around the world. Simply amazing to watch this play out in front of us. The picture below is my mother's senior pic from High School.