Adoption is a wondrous thing

I have had the opportunity to experience the joy, the uncertainty and the glorious miracle of adoption through my sister, Chris, and her husband and family.

Almost nineteen months ago Braxton entered our world and became my favorite soul on earth. He was adopted by Chris and Jas after they very faithfully followed the promptings that lead them in his sweet, dark-skinned direction. Satisfied with a realized life-long goal and desire to adopt a brown baby, Chris felt that her family was complete. After a short time, however, she and Jason both knew that there was another baby meant to join them by the same route that their fourth little one had arrived.
They never planned to have five children, but they knew they must have five children...three of their own making, Braxton, and one more to match their
chocolate-bunny baby.

Once their minds were made up, they left the rest up to Heavenly Father. They trusted that he would lay out a path for them to follow and would find the baby that belonged to their family. Once again they were led, and they followed without falter to the situation that would secure the presence of their fifth child.


Treyson was born last week, and what a miracle he is. His birth was complicated, but he is strong at a strapping five pounds eleven ounces. One look into his precious olive-toned face and it is so obvious that he is where he is supposed to be. The bond with these little ones that enter our family in a bit of an unconventional way is just as strong as with those that were actually, physically delivered by my sisters.
I am so grateful for a healthy, beautiful new nephew, and for his remarkably unselfish, constantly faithful parents who will serve as an example to me forever.