Welcome to Siberia

And it's been a good welcome.

It's late and I am still in a deficit when it comes to sleep, so I'll make this as short as I can. There is so much to say though. I just have to say that when God blesses, he does it abundantly. She is so beautiful. The joy that she puts forth could brighten anyone's mood. It sure did mine.

The referral was granted today by a woman who asked some very stern questions and slowly softened before me. She asked why I wanted a defective child and how I would take care of her. What kind of family support did I have and would she have adequate therapy and training when she is in school. Then she said that what they (Russia) wanted to do most is find her a family that would love and take care of her, and it looked like they had found one. She gave me tips on papers to bring with me to go before the judge and granted the referral.

And now for the good part......This is the home she has lived in her whole life. She was born on April 4, 2006 to two parents who were very young. She was left at the hospital and has not had a visitor for a very long time. I was told that her grandmother would visit her occasionally but even that has not happened for a long time. She had heart surgery at age 1 and has been cleared of any cardiac problems recently as a follow-up by her cardiologist.

She really liked the baby doll that her big sister picked out for her. When the orphanage director told her to give it a kiss, she did for the camera. She was said to be a leader and "not too bossy". Said she is friendly to everyone and obeys. She likes to follow directions.

She took the blanket that my mom made for her and folded it up to wrap up the baby doll.

She also liked using the magna-doodle that I brought for her. We're gonna have so much fun coloring!

Isn't it so nice to see a smile on that pretty face!

Bed is calling me now. I'm sure I'll post more tomorrow.

PAKA

Deana

Eleven months, three weeks and one day

What is that you ask....

It's the amount of time it has taken for me to meet my girl. Almost a year ago, I committed to a little girl who stole my heart. She drew me in and touched my soul. God led me to her and I've been on a mission ever since. Oh yes, I've had times that I thought "This is JUST TOO HARD" "I can't do this" and then there is the ever so gentle nudge that God gives me saying "THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL NEEDS YOU....YOU NEED THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL"

What a journey we've been on. I'm sure that I've taxed most everyone I know talking non-stop about this little girl, adoption, international adoption, Down syndrome and all of it combined. I've said it before that this is the longest hardest pregnancy I've ever had. And true to most pregnancies, I've not done it alone.

Thank you all: Amy, Mom and Dad, Tyler, Sydney, Aunt Bev, Cheryl, friends and family...all of you in no particular order. You've all been so great to support this dream and this little girl. I think we all need this little girl in our lives. She's coming. She'll be here one day soon.

So exactly one year after I committed to her, I will sleep off my jet lag, catch up on my mail, talk incessantly on the phone and prepare more documents for the second trip of this adoption. The frosting on the cake as it were....The finalization of Gracie's adoption. She'll be Grace MacKenzie Clifton. My daughter in every sense of the word.

Travelling FINALLY

Just a quick note to let everyone know I'm travelling to meet Gracie. Finally! October 6th through October 12th. Please pray for safe travel and the finances to complete the trip without problems.


Thank you!
Deana

Fall is almost here

Well it's almost here.

Fall... offering respite from the sting of summer heat. A new school year and a new schedule which always helped me snap into a routine that was so welcome after so many hectic days without structure. As a kid, I always loved the summer, it was the time of my birthday, endless days at the pool and a never ending tan (or so I thought).

As summer sets and fall dawns, I'm full of hope. I am hopeful that my papers are at this time in the hands of the Russian authorities who will approve them and send long awaited information on my daughter and call for me in the near future. I'm told it should be soon. Later this week or next week, I really don't know, but as always, I will try (and sometimes fail) as I wait patiently for my chance to meet my daughter. I can't wait to love on her, place my hands on her as I pray for her and marvel at the miracle that she is. I can't wait to hold her in my arms. I can't wait to see the smile on her face on day 2 when she knows I'm there to see her and only her.

I'm coming Gracie. Coming this fall.

I'll keep you all posted.

Deana

I met an Olympian today!

I met an Olympian today!

This morning when I woke up, I tried to bargain with God just a little bit. Not really ready to get out of bed, I asked for a little more time and then promised that I would get up and go to church as I knew I should.

Because I made my way to church, God gifted me with an awesome morning. The worship part of church was wonderful and had me in tears. The sermon was great and really taught me about of all things obedience and seeking to know the word of God.

But it was after church when Sydney and I really got our gift. We decided to go for Chinese food which is one of our favorites. Lunch out after church has become sort of a regular occurrence and as indecisive as we both are, I was a little surprised when Chinese came to my mind and Sydney instantly agreed that sounded good. When we sat, the restaurant was relatively full with the usual after church crowd. We waited for a table and sat next to a family with two elderly parents and an adult daughter. Nothing ordinary until mom and daughter got up and went to the buffet line. It was then that I noticed the daughter was a beautiful woman with Down syndrome. Her mom gently ushered her back to the table explaining that they only wanted to take small portions because larger portions would not be good when they got to it. The woman agreed with her mom and sat at the table to eat her meal making polite conversation while she ate. I was fortunate enough to be able to visit with that young lady's mom a little later and I found out that her daughter is named Kandi, she had heart surgery when she was little and now she is 41. She is gifted with purity, humility and love. Love for herself and love from her family.

She was inducted into the Special Olympics hall of fame and really enjoyed her experience at the games. She had 3 roommates and came away with many new friends. When I told her mother that I was adopting a little girl with Down syndrome, she told me that I would be forever blessed and would never regret my decision.

This past few weeks have been wrought with anxiety and fear for me. The cost and reality of the adoption was too real for me and I found myself afraid and unwilling to go back and so apprehensive about going forward. I've been worried about bringing a toddler into my life again (it's been a long time) and my own lack of discipline and how am I ever going to fit a child into my schedule that sometimes goes so fast I can't even manage it for myself.

I've been so blessed by people who are there for me and offer such support. I have prayers coming from all over the world.

Today, my answer came from God via a simple mom who loves her daughter. "You'll never regret it"

Somehow, I know that. Now more than ever.

Praise and sorrow

Yesterday was a day to remember.

It was a day of gains and losses, praise and sorrow.

Praise because a little boy is one step closer to coming home. Praise because the adoptions are slowly resuming in Russia. Praise because he has a chance at a happy and fulfilling life. Praise because HE is orchestrating the lives of the Davis family as they add Kirill to their family.

Kirill is a little boy who has lived his life in Pskov, Russia in a building that is little more than 4 walls and many of the things it takes to house far too many children who are also parentless. Fortunately, Kirill is not parentless, he has a whole family and so many in America who want to see him home.

We're left with sorrow and loss for a beautiful and strong girl who lost her battle with lukemia after so many years of valiant fight. Our sorrow is not for Kristin now, because we know she's in the arms of Jesus. She's finally rid of that horrible disease. The sorrow comes from our loss, from empathy for her brave mom Polly and those who will miss her presence in their daily lives. She represented so much to so many. In the words posted by Polly, she instilled the gift of perspective and the lesson of fragility and taught the true meaning of life and what's important. The earth is without an angel today but I'm sure that she's up there dancing and singing in heaven.

Happy Independence day

It's the 4th of July and my thoughts are on independence. A word originating in 1640. Independence is defined by Mirriam-Webster as "the state of being independent", "freedom".
We seek to gain it, fight for it and declare it loudly to any who will listen. We employ thousands of men and women to defend it, but do we really want complete independence?
I say no, we don't.
Now mind you I do want independence from many things. From tyranny of corrupt governments, from mounting monetary pressures, from opressive religions, even from parents (sorry mom and dad, no offense intended). And as I struggle for it, I am happy to say that I am dependent in some ways. I am dependent on my loving God. On His mercies which I will never hope to deserve, and on His grace which washes me clean so that I can rest in His arms one day.
So while we as a nation celebrate our independence, I am joining in with you, but I am also celebrating the freedom to be completely dependent on the one who loves me like no other.
There is much to celebrate today. I'm so grateful that I have my family; my kids whom I love so completely and am so proud of, my parents who are so supportive and my beautiful Russian girl who inspires me daily to try to be better. One day soon, she will gain independence as she depends on a family for the first time. A day of freedom designed by God Himself.

Happy Independence Day everyone!