But adoption, if nothing else, is a redemption story. And so our birth pictures look like this:
Which is why I've asked a dear friend to photograph at the airport. Walking off to a crowd and a photog all feels a bit showy, no?, but please hear me on this: we want nothing to do with ticker tape parades or fanfare. We are deserving of neither, but are only simple sheep doing what our shepherd has bid us do. But we do desire, very much, to record that moment when everyone who has loved our China babies home, who has supported us and loved us and who have wanted Maggie and Abram to join the family finally lay eyes on them. And so we asked for professional pictures, not as a record of how brave/obedient/philanthropic we are, but as proof to them, to our China babies, that they are wanted. Nothing says that like a crowd of people waiting for a first peek. A family who cheers when they see you for the first time, running down that hallway. This, then, will their birth story. And I want to fill an album with it to join the others on the shelf, to be opened in a sun puddle, feet crossed and lips pursed. So if you join us at the airport, please know that you are sharing in Abram's birth story. If you have prayed him home, please join us and give him the gift of proof of his wanted-ness. Just get out of my way, please, until I have my girls in my arms.
This is me being real. And challenging you that if photography is a gift for you, then offer your services to help an adopting family somewhere record their child's homecoming. It's a beautiful way to care for orphans and to give tangible proof to the redemption work that happens when a child becomes one less.