{"id":3722,"date":"2025-11-07T15:10:07","date_gmt":"2025-11-07T15:10:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=3722"},"modified":"2025-11-07T15:10:07","modified_gmt":"2025-11-07T15:10:07","slug":"why-do-you-want-to-adopt-shiloh-the-judge-asked-us-ill-never-forget-what-my-husband-said-its-the-paperwork-catching-up-to-hearts-she-is-our-daughter-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=3722","title":{"rendered":"\u2018Why do you want to adopt Shiloh?,\u2019 the judge asked us. I\u2019ll never forget what my husband said. \u2018It\u2019s the paperwork catching up to hearts. She IS our daughter,\u2019 he responded.\u2019: Couple elated to officially adopt daughter"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cThe day my daughters first met. The day I was able to hold them both at the same time. So many emotions filled my heart that day. The biggest, being joy.<\/p>\n

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I had wanted to adopt since I was 13 and my husband and I have talked about it since we got married over 10 years ago. Our journey to get to this place looks nothing like my dreams as a 13-year-old ,or even as the dreams we had as that 20 and 21-year-old bride and groom, but the journey we have been on has been perfect for our family.<\/p>\n

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We had lived overseas in India for five years and thought maybe we would adopt from there, but we had to leave due to some Visa issues for our kids\u2019 schooling. When we came back to Florida, within a month of being home, we started the Foster and Adoption program they have in this state.<\/p>\n

When we decided to adopt we chose not to do an infant adoption. One reason was because we had three babies that we raised from birth, and knew many families were waiting for babies and we didn\u2019t want to take that opportunity from a family who has never experienced that joy. Secondly, we knew there were older kids waiting and in need of a home, a family. We selected \u2018two years and older\u2019 knowing we would be matched with an older child. When we were asked to consider a legal risk placement for a 2.5 year old, we were surprised because we had been told, \u2018That won\u2019t happen! You will be matched with a child at least 6 years old or older,\u2019 so we had prepared our hearts and mind for that. With this surprise news, we excitingly said, \u2018YES!!!!!!!!\u2019<\/p>\n

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With a toddler adoption we knew what we were giving up: holding her at birth, first days, first foods, first steps, first words, and so many questions about her first two years would be unanswered in our minds. We knew all of this going into it, and most days that is ok. Some days though, it is sad to think we missed out on those first 2 years with her, but we remind ourselves as to why we made the decision we did in the first place. We would never change how we adopted, it was perfect for us. If we had adopted her as an infant we would have had 4 under 4, and I would have been so overwhelmed. So, the timing in our lives was perfect. And, she fits right in perfectly! We are blessed by her\u2026 and blessed because her gracious bio family gave us photos of her first two years and I am forever grateful to have those for Shiloh.<\/p>\n

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We started the adoption process in Sept. 2016. We took classes through the state for a few months, then a home study followed, then background checks and fingerprints. Our home study was in our hands June 2017. We had 3 possible matches before they matched us with Shiloh. They sent us files with photos and you start to see yourself as a family, then get an email saying, \u2018Sorry, they have been matched with another family.\u2019 Then you deal with the mixed emotions of devastation for yourself and happiness for the child or sibling set. You have to pick yourself up while moving forward\u2026<\/p>\n

We were very open with our kids, Eden, Judah and Israel during this entire process. Eden was convinced the whole time she was \u2018getting a new sister\u2019 and she would pray for her sister every night. At one family dinner with my extended family, Eden announced right before we ate, \u2018maybe next family dinner my little sister will be here.\u2019 We had just found out we were not matched with another little girl and this was like daggers to all our hearts. I cried the whole way home saying to Jake, \u2018are we making the right decision?\u2019 \u2018Is this emotionally too much on all of us?\u2019 He reassured me if it is supposed to happen, it will.<\/p>\n

Two weeks later we received an email asking if we would consider a legal risk placement for a 2.5-year-old girl. Then a week later I received a phone call from our social worker. \u2018You have been matched. You can meet her soon!,\u2019 she said. I was at my son\u2019s school and will never forget exactly where I was standing while shaking and in shock as I called my husband in tears telling him, \u2018We have been matched with our daughter.\u2019 I now get to walk my daughter past that spot every day as she goes to school and I smile.<\/p>\n

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Dec 20th, 2017, was the first time we met Shiloh. It was a supervised visit at a DCF facility which made it awkward and quiet. She was 2.5 at the time and in that moment, we realized the pain of adoption. Despite our own emotional waiting, struggle and excitement, we realized we were also witnessing a child being removed from her family by no choice of her own, and she didn\u2019t understand what was going on. We realized the importance of the letting her grieve even though she didn\u2019t understand what was happening in these moments.<\/p>\n

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Dec 28th was another supervised visit and it was the day our kids all met each other for the first time. We were going to meet up with the social worker right after lunch and I remember having the jitters that morning and was walking around the house in circles. The kids all played and had a great time at the park. Eden asked the social worker if \u2018we could take sissy home today\u2019 like 50 times. (we had to explain to Eden that it\u2019s not how it works when you adopt through the foster system) I tried pushing Shiloh on a big kids swing, she fell off, I was horrified. I remember in my not-thinking-clearly and panic asking Jake, \u2018Will they still would let us adopt her because I accidentally let her fall of the swing?\u2019<\/p>\n

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We had one more supervised visit after this and that was the day she called me \u2018Mommy\u2019 for the first time! That was the day I felt the magic\u2026 that same feeling I felt when I first held Eden, Judah and Israel. I\u2019ll never forget being so excited and yet so very nervous because adoption day was still months away. I loved and I loved hard just like I did with my other kids because she was now also my kid in my heart.<\/p>\n

Soon after, day visits began. I would pick Shiloh up from daycare or her grandma\u2019s house after I dropped all the other kids off at school, and then drop her off again by 4:30. It was a lot of driving but so worth it, because we bonded so much over those 5 weeks. I loved getting to see her every day.<\/p>\n

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May 11th 2018, arrived! It was Adoption Day! Upon our early arrival to the courthouse, our normally bouncy and social Shiloh was quiet and only wanted Daddy. Even though she was surrounded by family and friends (even friends her age whom she loves) she just wanted to be still. At just two years old, she couldn\u2019t verbalize her feelings. We also couldn\u2019t completely help her understand what was happening. She could sense it was something big and that all eyes were on her. \u2018Why do you want to adopt Shiloh?,\u2019 the Judge asked us. I\u2019ll never forget what my husband said. \u2018It is the paperwork catching up to hearts, she is our daughter,\u2019 he responded. We then vowed to take care of her in front of our family, friends and the Judge. This day held a wave emotions I can never put into words. I\u2019m so thankful for everyone who was there and supported us that day.<\/p>\n

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One year after meeting our daughter, my husband wrote these beautiful words.<\/p>\n

\u2018It\u2019s been one year. One year since I met her. One year since I gained another daughter. One year since my capacity to love a child expanded beyond my own biology. One year of witnessing the bond between sisters. One year since I began attempting to comprehend challenges of race she\u2019ll face. One year of learning to care for textured hair. One year of watching a personality blossom. One year of supporting a child in grief. One year of firsts. One year of deliberately purchasing dolls of color. One year of her \u2018run-with-abandon\u2019 style towards me as I walk in the door. One year of morning snuggles. One year of her thumb against her lip when she\u2019s tired. One year of the responsibility of four. It\u2019s been one year since I met her, and my life will never be the same.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

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