“People everywhere enjoy believing things they know are not true. It spares them the ordeal of thinking for themselves and taking responsibility for what they know.”
I remember each birth of my children, but there is perhaps no moment more seared into my mind than the day the child I didn’t give birth to became ours. I remember the words of the court that caused me to publically sob with joy for the first and last time in my life. These are the words that caused my explosion of tears: “Congratulations, Samuel Christian Loudon, on your new life with your forever family, in your forever home.”
We had prayed and fought and cried and scraped for a baby with Down Syndrome for more than a decade at that point. Our journey had taken us to India, throughout the US, to Peru, and Poland, and yes, to Russia, in search of the baby boy we always knew God had created to complete our little family.