There are still days when plans go sideways. There are still moments when we step carefully around old memories. On those days, we return to simple habits that hold us together.
We cook dinner as a team. We take turns reading the last chapter aloud. We say please and thank you. We refuse to measure our home against the past. We measure it against the child who laughs in the hallway and sleeps with a bear under his chin.
Three faces, close together. A family, built on adoption, forgiveness, and the courage to start over.
A Promise for Anyone Who Needs One
If you are standing at your own threshold, facing a change you did not choose, take one step. If you are wondering whether love can survive disappointment, it can. If you are considering adoption or the work of co-parenting, know that ordinary faithfulness is more than enough.
Good homes are built from small rooms of kindness. Good families are built by people who decide to keep the door open. Love finds its way back through habits, not headlines. Begin with one visit, one walk in the park, one honest conversation. Begin again, as many times as needed.
Five years after that rainy night, our picture on the wall tells a quiet story that still grows. It says that a home can be rebuilt. It says that second chances are real. It says that love is not over when plans change. Often, love is just waiting for a new reason to exist, and a new name to answer to.
