How it all began

Before we every had our own biological children, we thought of how great it would be to adopt. We always knew that there was so much need... Kids should grow up with parents.

Over the course of the next four years we had two beautiful daughters and began to experience the joys of parenthood. We had all of the "normal" experiences with a sprinkling of diversity too. My husband (the Norwegian) and I (the Puerto Rican), managed to produce one very dark and one very light skinned daughter. We looked multi-cultural from the beginning!

As the years passed, we often spoke of adopting a child, but never put much serious action behind our words. It was a couple of years ago when I first spoke the words aloud to my husband, "I feel like someone is missing from our family."

As is often the case in life, we were "coincidentally" in contact with new friends who began to bring up the question of adoption. Isn't it cool that God arranges these great coincidences? Anyway, we began a course of "family meetings" - meeting with this other couple and dreaming about adopting our children. Within about five weeks we both chose the same agency and began our adoption paperwork.

We were people on a mission: Get the paperwork done - now! Something cool is going to happen...