Four years ago today, this happened:
Charlie Iranzi Thomas is a spectacular kid. His smile is one of the natural wonders of the world. His ability to hear music in his head and recreate it or move to it astounds me. (Move over mrs beiber, I'm coming for you ((Totally kidding)) ). He is a total pain in the butt only when he wants to be. He is a gem at school. He makes his baby sister giggle in the cutest way possible. He insists on changing his clothes a minimum of three times a day and wearing shorts over pants. And I will be actively working to change the law so a foreign-born American can be the president.
Adoptive love reminds a lot of marital love. It's a daily, moment by moment choice to love (not put up with) someone who is entirely not me. To see the beauty, to see God's personalized image (not my image) on another person, and celebrate it so they see it too. To love the people and the culture and the history that made them them. To let the gospel into deeper darker parts of my own heart. The only place this kind of love comes from is heaven, but heaven brought it here.