Last night, someone on the team, who is here building a house, asked me about adopting Erika.
It is hard to believe that Friday was two years that she is legally adopted. I have decided not to celebrate this date, rather it is just a day for me to be thankful and reminded of God's miracles. The true celebration is her birthday. I won't ever keep her adoption a secret, but have decided (at least at this point) not to constantly need to remind her about it. She is our child. Simple as that. If she asks questions, I answer honestly.
We met Erika the first week of March 2007. I remember is being one of the most special days of my life. We had a baby shower to get to, but her foster parents were going to be in town and asked if we would like to meet her. I was nervous and unsure if we should. We were not even licensed with the Foster home yet. But Lee said, "Lets do this." So, as we drove, I pleaded with God. "If this is my daughter, let me know instantly...if not, somehow block my emotions." We met at Bass Pro Shops, right out front by the rockers. She had just woke up (she was 14 months old). They set her down on the ground and she literally toddled right to me and fell into my arms. In that moment, yes, I knew, deep in my heart...that this was my baby. And that I would do everything I could...to make it work. In that thirty minute meeting, it tore me up to even have to say goodbye.
By the time this photo was taken, in November of that year, she had lived with us over 6 months, and was very much part of our family. And very much had won my heart. I was so in love with this baby God had given us...
Two long years of foster care visits from the Methodist home, and the state, evaluations done on us, on her, so much... During that time, God calling us to sell it all and move to Belize. So much. Working, raising a family, gaining one more foster child. Those two years were long and at times, very difficult. But, when I would hold this sweet girl, the answer of years of outcry to the Lord...it was all worth it. My faith grew so much during this time. There were times I was shaken to my very core. Fear that we would lose her...was always that little voice I could not get rid of. Because she was never a foster child to me. She was my daughter the moment I held here that morning in March.
Fast forward to February 24, 2010. We all got ready, dressed in matching colors. Our family was all there. Friends and even a photographer friend, who I am forever grateful to because she "caught" our day so perfectly. I remember, finally, going into the courtroom and standing before the judge, surrounded by our family, that had walked this journey with us. She asked several questions. I held back the tears, the emotions so heavy in this long-awaited moment... Then the judge said, "Do you feel, that as a mother, you have adequately bonded with this little girl, to raise her as your own daughter?" Here, I broke, I cried, as I said "Yes, ma'am." This picture shows such joy for me in this day.

After going and celebrating at Rainforest Cafe, Erika's favorite place, I remember going home, and Lee, Erika and I fell asleep. A deeper sleep than I had slept in months. Because now we were at peace. There was such a burden that was broken that day, as she was officially our daughter...recognized by the state.
Adopting Erika was a long, journey...but I would do it again. I would cry every tear again... Because it grew me stronger...it grew me closer to God...and we were so blessed with such a wonderful girl.
So, now, two years into adoption. Erika is a beautiful girl. Five years old. Sometimes, I am just struck by how beautiful, smart, healthy, joyful that she is. She has forever changed our family. Our extended family. Even the missions team. They said it is her personality that the Lord uses to break the ice.
I am so thankful that many years ago, God would always put it on my heart...that there was one more child. I am so glad I listened.