Remember my dear sweet hubby who has zero interest in adoption?...
I think we may have had a small breakthrough. A crack. Just enough to let the slightest sliver of sunshine peek through.
It happened over dinner last night when Mr. Thompson told me about the latest saga with one of our work associates. This friend has had a lot of problems through the years and the latest is a daughter who, as it turns out, just delivered a baby despite her addiction to crack. Our friend will most likely be raising the baby herself since the daughter has no idea who the father is.
That news made me get something in my eye again. Something in both eyes.
And as the water was leaking out into my baked potato, I commented for the zillionth time about how it just doesn't make sense to me. At all. I would be a good mum. YOU would be a good mum. So why does God choose that....when he could choose us? (Minus the crack and fatherless children. Minus the dysfunction and child abuse.)
I just don't get it.
So I flippantly said, "why don't you just ask ___ if we can have the baby?!"
And this is where he surprised me and gave me my sliver....
Mr. Thompson was quiet. Really quiet. And then he said..."maybe something like that would be an option for us in the future. You would be a great mom and things like this just don't make sense. Those babies deserve a chance."
A breakthrough people. It appears that we have a breakthrough!
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