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“I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.” Robert Frost 

 

On May 7, 2007 my husband walked into our bedroom with our big old Dalmatian and said “Scrubs is ready to be a big brother.” He had gotten the phone call while I was napping that Bri was in labor in South Florida. It was her due date and coincidentally Bri’s 17th birthday!

 

We put our action plan into place and within an hour we were off on the ten hour drive from Elgin AFB to Fort Lauderdale to meet our son. 

 

At 2a on the morning of May 8, we arrived at the hospital. The large woman guarding the nursery did not want to let us in as we we didn’t have a “magic bracelet” but Joni showed her bracelet and with all of her 5’2” prowess demanded our entrance. “I’m not sure you understand,” she said. “They’ve been waiting ten years for this little boy. They are coming in.” 

 

(You weren’t supposed to have cameras either but Joni brought one and snapped the picture of us meeting our son for the first time.)

 

Isaac turned 17 yesterday. He is an uber talented musician (which he inherited from his DNA as we learned when he was young that there were professional cellists in his birth family). He loves theatre, music, piano, guitar, and collecting Hot Wheels cars. He has a wicked sense of humor. Hes got a job at Yoders sweet talking to old southern folks at the cash register. 

 

He’s driving to Nashville with Dad and his brother (with whom he gets along with amazingly well) on Saturday for a concert — the only thing other than money that he’d want for his birthday. 

 

He hopes to go to college (maybe Liberty?) and major in some sort of music and has chosen to follow Christ and I can’t help but think, Brianna Van Wyck did the hard thing at 16 years old. With a snap of her fingers all of his talent could have disappearred into abortion, but instead, when her doctor said “you have choices” she said “I’ve made my choice. I know who is going to adopt my baby.” (Although she hadn’t called us yet so … there was that.) 

 

Happy 17th birthday to the child that made us parents. And thank you Bri for choosing the less traveled path. It HAS made all the difference.