When Harry Met Us

November 22, 2010 by  

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Where to begin?

I can’t even remember the beginning. Was it Friday when we first heard of him, or was it sooner? When we started the adoption process? When we found out that biological children would be a hard road for us? Or does it go back farther, to when the world was made and when God set it into motion? It feels that way. It feels like we are very plainly walking out a story that was written before there were stories.

I am pretty sleep deprived, as you can imagine or relate. I haven’t slept for real since Thursday night, when unbeknown to me a young mom in Utah was laboring through the birth of this miracle child. Her child. Our child. Miraculously both.

He’s only been in our custody about 24 hours, but it is hard to remember when he wasn’t.

I know all of that sounds cliche and silly, but maybe that’s because there are no words, no real words, to explain it.

I wish I could describe to you the change in my husband. In some ways, it has been subtle. In others, a radical shift.

Holding him for the first time

Today we went to Wal-Mart (hate) to pick up a few things, and he actually grabbed one of those sanitizing wipes and wiped off the cart handles. I was shocked. I started laughing and asked when he had ever sanitized anything and he laughed and said, “Well a lot of things are different now.”

That they are.

We are in love. It is as simple and plain as that.

The fear in me keeps whispering that this cannot be for real nor for keeps. And though it is unlikely, it is possible that he is not ours for keeps. That is the reality of adoption.

Because he is part Native American, there is a third layer to relinquishment. Rarely do they go against a birthmom’s choice, but it is legally possible.

So for however long he is ours to love we will love him. Beyond that even. Harry has worked his way into our hearts, and I see now, with only the sight that God can give, that He was working our stories toward one another from the very beginning. From before there was a beginning.

Psalm 139
1-5: You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.

13-16: For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

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