In adoption, there are lots of days that are painfully hard. And then there are days where you get a phone call that your son has been born. Suddenly, the agony of the wait is swallowed up by joy.
This family has a unique and beautiful story. It’s a story that is near and dear to my heart because it’s woven together with so many of the same threads as my own family’s story. God has sustained the Teals as they waited for their son and He has blessed them with the most beautiful baby boy. The scriptures contain many references to the banner of the Lord. In victory over enemies, Moses declared that the Lord is our banner. Isaiah prophesied about the banner that will be lifted up to bring the people to Christ. A banner makes a declaration. The life of this Banner is a declaration that the Lord is good.
“He brought me to the banquet room, and his banner over me is love.” ~Song of Solomon 2:4
At just a few weeks old, baby Hannah is already expressing her feminine side. She’s dainty. She’s delicate. And she looks amazing in a tutu. This sweet little lady has got her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger. It’s pretty easy to see why!
Sweet baby May has arrived. I would tell you all about her precious parents and their clear adoration for their new daughter. But their smiles say more than my words ever could.
Meet Hank. He weighs three pounds, he can just barely climb his way up the stairs, and he has the sweetest little puppy face you’ve ever seen. These siblings have had one week of getting to know their new pup, and they are all completely smitten.
Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the Fritzes are so delightful! What better way to kick off the holiday weekend than with this beautiful family?!
Little kiddos and the mamas and daddies that love them – it’s always my favorite thing to photograph. It’s even sweeter when it’s another family that has ties to the great state of Alabama.
Michael and I have been praying for a child for six years. For the last two of those years, we have been waiting to adopt a baby. In June we received word that an expectant mother had chosen us to be her baby’s adoptive family. And then in July, on our eighth wedding anniversary, we were told she would be keeping the baby she had delivered that morning. And it was that phone call that ultimately led us to admit defeat. We had done everything in our power to try to build the family we so desperately wanted.
In the weeks after our failed adoption, I felt tired. I didn’t know what else we could do. We had exhausted all of our options. Our contract with our adoption consultant was expiring and we had just lost the only baby we had ever been expecting. My prayers over the years had been a steady stream of requests. I had prayed to be able to conceive, then for fertility treatments to be successful. When my body couldn’t take anymore, I began asking God to give me a heart for adoption. And then prayed that some mama somewhere would choose us to adopt her child. And through it all, God remained silent.
But it was at this time, after our adoption failed, that I found myself on my knees asking God to help me accept whatever plan He had for our family. It was the first time I truly laid down my desires and my plans and asked that His will be done. At the same time, Michael felt that God was calling us to ask for prayer from our church. There were dozens of people who had been faithfully praying for us for years, but the church leadership had reached out to ask about scheduling a prayer time for us.
On August 23, a group of elders and leaders from the church gathered at our home. They circled around and laid hands on our shoulders and asked God to bring us a child. Five minutes after they left our house, the phone call came. A baby boy had been born that morning in Texas and he needed a family. All we had to do was say ‘yes’. And 48 hours later we were in Austin, Texas meeting our son.
I’ve thought a lot about those five minutes between the end of our prayer session and when we received the call from the adoption agency. I imagine God watching us in those five minutes thinking ‘Just watch what I’m about to do for you’. How excited He must have felt knowing what was in store for us and knowing that it would play out in a way that gives Him all of the glory. And I hope that’s exactly what this story does. I hope that for the rest of my life, when I tell the story of my son, that each listener walks away in awe of God’s goodness and mercy.
These pictures are a snippet of the most beautiful week of my whole life. Our first ten days as a family of three were spent in an unfamiliar city. A friend of a friend connected us to a local church, and through that congregation, God provided a free place for us to stay for our entire time in Texas. People brought us meals and coffee and clothes for our new baby. God met every single one of our needs. And He gave us the most beautiful baby boy. Our miracle Milo.