It wasn’t that we wanted a family any less.
We were just worn out from doctor visits, tests, medications, and disappointment.
One night, after another failed appointment, Daniel sat next to me on our kitchen floor while I cried.
We finally stopped hoping for a pregnancy.
“We still have room,” he said quietly. “We could adopt.” ConsultAdoption Agencies
Eight months later, we met Josie.
She was four, with brown curls, big dark eyes, and a smile that showed up slowly, as if she wasn’t sure she was allowed to use it yet.
She sat at a small table in the agency’s family room, coloring a purple dog.