You know the crazy thing about Nicholas’ first birthday? If you asked me what I was doing last February 26th… I don’t have the foggiest idea. If you ask me what I remember… nothing. There was NOTHING special to us about February 26th last year, because we had never heard of Nicholas. We knew nothing of his arrival. For two more months, we would continue to pray for the 4th child God had for our family, not even knowing that he was born. The only thing I remember about last February was feeling so discouraged about our adoption process that one Sunday morning in church, I prayed to God that He would just…. just show me in some way if it was time to simply shut down the whole process. I received a very clear answer to that prayer: this was a path we had to continue on. So the ONLY thing I remember about this time last year was knowing we should stay still and patient… that something good was going to come from all the waiting.
While we were waiting and praying, we were oblivious to the fact that a heroic woman had chosen life and chosen adoption for this beautiful, precious boy. There is a woman who very clearly remembers February 26th last year. She remembers every detail of the labor and delivery and, when it was all over, telling the nurses the name she had chosen for him: Nicholas Isaiah. If this post does anything, I want it to honor the woman who sacrificed her body to carry our son, who chose life and adoption and gave us a gift of incalculable value.
Honestly… is there greater love on earth?
There’s another woman who remembers February 26th last year. Around dinnertime, Judy received a phone call that her 170th cradle care baby (yes – one hundred seventy-th!! – and there have been several after Nicholas!) would be coming to stay for an indefinite length of time. I know she stayed up very late that night waiting to welcome Nicholas into her capable and loving arms. For two more months, Judy loved and loved and LOVED our little Nicholas through many long and trying nights.
What words are there for this kind of love?
So today, on Nicholas’ first birthday, I’m humbled to know I am actually the third woman to love Nicholas. The pictures I’m going to share tell the story of the last 10 months of his life. But just know that his story starts before this first picture. It’s a story of being loved. If there was EVER a little boy who was loved… it’s Nicholas.
That picture above is the very first one that I sent to friends and family. When we finally heard about Nicholas in April it all happened SO quickly that I could hardly believe it myself…. I really feared my friends and family might thing I was making it all up! So I sent out that picture from our hotel room the same afternoon we got home from the agency (in April I’ll do a post full of pictures from when we met him).
Judy, Nicholas’s cradle care mom, came to visit us a lot in the two weeks between when we met Nicholas and when I could travel home with him.
Jack, Marcus, and John were home during the week for school, but they came to visit on the weekends.
Joshua stayed back with me and he and Nicholas bonded immediately.
Our beloved best babysitter requested leave from her post in the Navy and drove 6-7 hours to meet Nicholas!!!! She was back within 24 hours.
We finally got the little guy home… on Mother’s Day, no less!!!!
Coming soon… the debut of the new haircut!!!!!
HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY, NICHOLAS!!!!!!