Andrew's Mama

Andrew Croley. My heart. When I laid him in his bed last night I couldn't help but have a few tears. Probably because I am a cryer, but it was the first time I had ever laid him down as mine. Not DHR's, not someone else's child I was caring for, my very own little boy. What relief. What a testament to the power of prayer. What an example of God truly having a plan. Not a "here let Me give you your way right this second" kind of plan.. but a plan for the faithful to journey through with a beautful ending (and well beginning).

One prayer I had all along was to make our family strong in order to deal with any negative opinions about us being different races. My how that prayer was answered. Not only have we only recieved love and support from our family and friends we have met or heard about so many others who are in the process of or who have recently adopted children of different ethnicities. Grandmama and I were talking yesterday about how common it is becoming. I praise God for increased tolerance and love. I love when people ask about Andrew, because I love telling the beautiful story of God's plan for his life.

I always think about the first day I went to court for Andrew when he was just three days old. And a lawyer there asking me how we were doing.. I said we are wonderful.. he is precious. He looked at me kind of mean and said.. well lets all just be honest he has a long road ahead. And I remember my stubborn self thinking.. he doesnt have to.. he isnt sentenced to sad life at 3 days old. And I think God heard me. And I think my stubborness and our families love and DHR's desire to work the very best out lead us to where we are today.. I am Andrew's mom. And I praise God.