Our Journey through Adoption

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Craig, Becca and Molly in Ukraine!
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Best Friends!

Welcome!

Thank you for taking the time to view our site. We welcome you with open arms. We look forward to telling you about us. Feel free to share this site with your friends and family. 
 
Alittle about us...

We have been married for over 8 years. We are truly the best of friends and we love hanging out together everyday! We are in our mid-30's.
 
We have one child that we adopted from Ukraine.  We brought her home on September 11th, 2004.  Please read our journal to learn all about this incredible journey. 

Craig owns his own business and Becca now is a stay at home Mom and LOVES IT!!!!! 

After we were married, we began trying to conceive our little bundle of joy. After years of infertility and four miscarriages, we felt like we were being led to adopt. He led us to Ukraine and we are so blessed.  We also believe that He has more children for us and we trust Him in leading us to those children.
 
Craig and I live in a small town with lots of German heritage and history. There are so many things to do and we love being outside. There are parks, rivers, lakes, and many other activities.  We love to go fishing with our friends on the Coast!  We love garage sales on Saturdays or just drinking coffee and talking!
We live close to family and great friends which gives us a great support system. We've always looked forward to the day when we could offer unconditional love to a child. We finally can share our home and hearts with Molly but we want her to be able to have siblings too.  We know that one day God will place another child into our arms. We desire to now offer a home to children that need one. We realize that God will either fulfill that desire or take it away.  We have grown to realize that its no longer about us but about the children of this world.  It is our duty as Christians to take care of the orphans and widows of this world.  Its not about me being a Mom but about a child having a safe and nurturing home.

 
We have incredible friends!  Most of them have children and some are waiting
on God's timing.  There isn't a weekend that goes by that we don't hang out with friends or family.
 
We are very involved in our church.  We think it is so very important to fellowship with other Christians.  Our Church is so supportive and so strong.
 
Please email us at beccaandcraig@yahoo.com - place adoption in the subject line. 
We would love to hear from you.

Thank you for taking the time to visit us.
May God Bless each of you abundantly!

A Father’s Love

 

Sometimes they are forgotten

But their role was just as vital

Instrumental in these lives

Of being used as God’s vessel.

 

Quietly they wait

Not sure of the outcome

But they take a deep breath

Praying for just the right home.

 

Their love is just as strong

But they tend to be left out

Out of the adoption equation

Careful not to open their mouth.

 

Sometimes their voice is silent

Sometimes they scream out loud

For they too desire the right parents

Until they are called beyond the clouds.

 

Giving these children a chance

For their love is very strong.

We should not forget them

For doing what is right and not wrong.

 

Birthfathers are a gift from God

For He sent us one indeed

He gave us a Divine appointment

And poured out everlasting Peace.

 

We shall forever be grateful

For the gifts you have given us

And we hope to one day introduce you

To the ones you so dearly love.

 

Written by Becca July 26, 2006

Legacy Of An Adopted Child

Once there were two women, who never knew each other.
One you do not remember and one you call mother,
Two different lives, shaped to make yours one,
One became you guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first gave you life, and the second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
One gave you up, it was all that she could do-
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears, the age old question through the years, heredity or environment----------
which are you the product of ??? Neither, my darling neither-
Just two very special different kinds of love.
Unknown Author.


Mom, Gammy, and Becca
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Gammy lost her battle with breast cancer on Sept 13, 2002 - We miss you!

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From Ukraine With Love

 

For years I knew the pain of an empty lap,

The silence of a cry I never heard.

The news of no children rang in my ears,

It was more than I could bear.

 

The waiting began and it seemed to last forever.

When, oh, when would my time come?

When would I hear the sweet cries of a child?

The laughter between a mommy and the one she holds dear.

 

I stared at the empty crib that stood in the room.

I held tight the blankets that lay useless on the floor.

Pink dresses and girly things hung untouched in the closet.

Waiting to be worn, but wondering if they ever would.

 

The call finally came and soon we would leave,

On a journey far away, to a country unknown.

We’d look through photos of children longing for a home.

How would we choose from these fragile broken hearts?

 

The decision had been made through much thought and prayer.

We’d leave on a train soon to meet this sweet baby girl.

What did she look like?  What would she think of me?

Had God been preparing her for us, if He had, would she know?

 

My heart began to race, I had never felt like this before.

Was my journey to motherhood over, as well as the wait?

I sat in an office not knowing what to think.

Had God really kept His promise?  Was she the one I longed for?

 

There she was in yellow pajamas, blonde hair and a sweet smile.

She grabbed hold of me as if never to let go.

It was then that I knew she was my promise kept,

My lap had been filled, my journey was now over.

 

I’d never known until then the depth of a mother’s love.

I held this little miracle in my arms, she was my own.

When asked her name, their reply was Luba.

How appropriate, I thought, her name in Russian means “love.”

 

Our home is now filled with baby dolls and books.

The sound of pitter patter fills our once empty halls.

All the waiting, the emptiness, the silence is gone.

It was filled on a journey from Ukraine with Love.

 

Written By Becca – February 14, 2005