Today is my last day about writing directly about adoption.  Tomorrow I go back to random experiences and people that have helped lay the foundation of who I have become and who I hope to be.  Adoption has had a huge impact on my life and it has been so good to remember the triumphant way God made us a family.

Donuts were a part of my therapy while we were waiting for our second son to come home.  My dear friend, Katie was going through her own painful adoption process which ultimately ended in a failed adoption.  We were both hurting.  In one of our conversations she mentioned that she missed donuts.  It was something she could not get where she was living while she waited to see if her adoption was going to go through.  I told her as soon as she was back home we would get some donuts.

That conversation sparked a donut adventure all over the State of Michigan.  I looked up the best donuts in Michigan, made a spreadsheet and planned routes.  We loaded up my one-year-old and headed out on the road.  While we were driving we would talk.  It became a time of healing and therapy for both of us.  We had so much going on in our heads and our hearts.  Sitting shoulder to shoulder in that car allowed us to pour it all out.  We talked about adoption, family, relationships. church . . . you name it, we talked about it.

It was another time in my life where God put the right person, in the right place at the right time.  We needed each other.  We both could understand what the other was going through.  Common experiences became the foundation on which we continued to build our relationship.

My dear friend moved to Dallas shortly after those donut trips.  I got to visit her a month before our second son came home.  We decided to take a road trip to Austin.  Once again, we were able to talk, share our hearts and sit in silence when needed.  We did find donuts and amazing breakfast tacos while we toured the state capitol and filming locations for the show ‘Friday Night Lights’.

I am so thankful or these trips.  They allowed me to get all the junk out and prepare myself for what was to come.  It bonded us together and even though we are thousands of miles apart we are only one Voxer conversation away.