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March 28, 2025

Celebrating Life


Dear Nieces & Nephews


Last Saturday Uncle Kerry and I went to Mike Smith’s celebration of life. It was so good to see many of you there! Some of you we haven’t seen since you were teens, and there you were with your own little ones. It struck me, even as they ran around, how I could identify whose they were by their eyes. Such fun!


The service celebrated the gift of Mike, and his story as a prodigal son. Reesa did the speaking, and she did a beautiful job of telling about how his life impacted her and so many others.


Every morning since then, I’ve awoken to the words, “Celebrate life today .”


So I have. And with it has come a flood of memories of our children in all their stages of development … a timeless mix of babyhood, childhood, adolescence and beyond.


Here's a story I've been enjoying:


Our hands were very full when it came time to renew our foster care license in 2010, so we told our home consultant we would let things expire and decline any further placements. Then she went on vacation. She must have forgotten to put the note in our file. Her substitute called that week to tell us about Sanaa. This tiny 6-week-old needed care for just a few weeks until her grandma could take her in. Would we do it?


Okay.


Weeks turned into months. Grandma didn’t work out. Other relatives surfaced and then disappeared. Mom pulled herself together, worked toward reunification, then got into trouble. More time passed.


We were in love. When Amy, her first foster mom, brought her to us she had said, “You will have fun with this one!” She was right. Sanaa was so full of joy. Picking her up would bring a squeal of delight and legs kicking with enough sproing to send any heart to the moon and back.


But we held back a portion of our heart. How else would we let go when the time came?


One day as I was jotting down dates, it dawned on me that not only had Sanaa been born on Thaddeus’s birthday, she was placed in foster care on my birthday and she came to us on Kieran’s birthday.


She was our birthday baby. A gift from God. We decided it was time to receive her as our own and give her our full hearts. We did, and to our delight, she stayed.



In the noise and exhaustion of caring for six little ones, God knew our language in that season, and He spoke it. We had what we needed to hang on and press forward.


Upper adolescence has blown in with hurricane force and brought a different form of noise and exhaustion. God is once again speaking in a language we can understand. Just as we find ourselves wondering if we missed His direction somewhere along the way, we are noticing patterns in our names (at birth, at adoption, and among our biological parents): Two Melissa’s, three Nicoles, four Johns, three Kerrys, a couple Michelles, and a whole slew of stand-alone corkers like Emmanuel. For the fun of it, I put the meanings of these names into something like a mission statement for our family. It goes like this:


“Through the cross-pollination of people groups in our family, there will be great victory with an abundance of joy, peace, hope and love. Darkness will be supplanted by praise. God is with us and is gracious, and has given us courageous hearts like His as he fashions us into a beautiful work of art, a pure waterfall ... its power harnessed for the display of His glory.”


Now THAT is worth celebrating.


I’d love to hear your life celebrations, if you get a chance to send them my way. I’m cheering for you!


Love,


Aunt Michelle



Riddle: Which is cuter, above or below?


Answer: Both! There's a whole lot of cuteness to be seen in adolescence if we open our hearts enough to look.

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