For everything, there is a season.
So, we're closer to buying a new house. The value crashed hard on this one, and we're now 90k upside down, when we walked in with 40k equity. So, we've found a way to get around the mess, and are no longer paying for this house, opting instead to save some money and get a new one. That is exciting. We weren't really excited when we bought this house, rather, it was something we took in stride because we had to do it. This time, I'm spending months pouring over listings, making sure we choose something perfect, something Kenna can grow up in, something that is not in the ghetto and makes sense for our family. This house is filled with memories, and it's served us well. Most importantly, we've really learned a lot of lessons with this house. It will always hold a special place in my heart, but once we've moved on, I hope to never drive down this street again.
In other news, we've been talking about expanding our family for awhile. Initially, we wanted to have 2 children in the same year. We wanted to get pregnant right after Kenna was born, that way, they'd be very close in age. That didn't happen. When it didn't, neither of us could agree on a good time to get pregnant again. I would want to, but he wouldn't, or he would want to, but I wouldn't. We could just never agree. On the rare occasions that we did agree, something came up soon after that made us change our minds. I'd always wanted to adopt, but Kenny was very closed to the idea, feeling and fearing that he could not love an adopted child the same way he loved his birth child, and not wanting to be unfair. Every so often, he would bring up the idea with a little more fondness, but it was quickly dropped. Apparently, his heart was softening, because last week, he approached me and asked if I could be as happy with an adopted child as I would be if I gave birth to my own. I told him that all children were blessings from God, and I could and would love any child. He's decided that he very much wants to adopt. He says that there are so many children who need mommies and daddies, and that we could provide an awesome life for one of them. I'm pretty sure he stole that line of thinking from me, but who am I to point that out? So, we've decided that once we're moved and settled, we're going to take our foster parenting/adoption classes, and see if there is a special child out there for us. We'd like to adopt a child in state custody. We know what comes along with that, and we're ok with it, as long as the child is younger than Kenna. Those children sincerely have a need. We've decided that we do not care about race, and even mild disability will be fine. We don't care about gender, either. We will just allow God to bless us with whatever He sees fit, and trust that He will provide us with the strength and tools to provide for this new child.
All in all, we're very happy right now. No, not happy. Content. Happiness is fleeting. Content. Moving forward.
In other news, we've been talking about expanding our family for awhile. Initially, we wanted to have 2 children in the same year. We wanted to get pregnant right after Kenna was born, that way, they'd be very close in age. That didn't happen. When it didn't, neither of us could agree on a good time to get pregnant again. I would want to, but he wouldn't, or he would want to, but I wouldn't. We could just never agree. On the rare occasions that we did agree, something came up soon after that made us change our minds. I'd always wanted to adopt, but Kenny was very closed to the idea, feeling and fearing that he could not love an adopted child the same way he loved his birth child, and not wanting to be unfair. Every so often, he would bring up the idea with a little more fondness, but it was quickly dropped. Apparently, his heart was softening, because last week, he approached me and asked if I could be as happy with an adopted child as I would be if I gave birth to my own. I told him that all children were blessings from God, and I could and would love any child. He's decided that he very much wants to adopt. He says that there are so many children who need mommies and daddies, and that we could provide an awesome life for one of them. I'm pretty sure he stole that line of thinking from me, but who am I to point that out? So, we've decided that once we're moved and settled, we're going to take our foster parenting/adoption classes, and see if there is a special child out there for us. We'd like to adopt a child in state custody. We know what comes along with that, and we're ok with it, as long as the child is younger than Kenna. Those children sincerely have a need. We've decided that we do not care about race, and even mild disability will be fine. We don't care about gender, either. We will just allow God to bless us with whatever He sees fit, and trust that He will provide us with the strength and tools to provide for this new child.
All in all, we're very happy right now. No, not happy. Content. Happiness is fleeting. Content. Moving forward.