Years ago I experienced a failed adoption. I’m glad that I had already had a successful adoption in Russia seven years earlier. This time I had gone to Ukraine and after three weeks the adoption of a precious little blond haired girl fell through. I left the country and came home to Virginia weary and heart broken.

Many people asked, “Now what?”

I answered again and again, “I don’t know.”

My eight year old asked, “Now what?”

I held her closely as we both cried and I whispered, “I don’t know.”

That failed adoption was extremely difficult. But a few years later I was traveling to Russia again to adopt my second daughter.  There is no doubt in my mind that she was always the one intended for me.

Failed Adoption does not mean never.

Failed Adoption does not mean wrong.

Failed adoption only means that that one was not meant to be.

Never give up. Never. Never