Outdoorsy writer who loves to explore, learn and teach.
My name is Kristi. I'm a homestudy-ready single lady in my mid-thirties, with a steady job in customer service, a 100-year-old house (it's had a lot of updates, but still bears a few creaky floorboards to maintain character) and a bunch of pets. I'm a small-time Indie novelist and occasional-poet who loves to sing in the car. I used to think I was a timeless classic; turns out I'm a Millennial.
My older sister is a birthmom, and my younger sister was adopted. My grandparents adopted three of their five kids; one of Mom’s cousins was adopted; one of my cousins and her husband adopted their two kids. My best friend and her husband recently adopted a young sibling group out of foster care. In my church and work communities alike, there are many families formed through adoption: kinship, domestic, international, foster, private. Some of the families look eerily similar in spite of not sharing DNA, while others are beautifully, brazenly conspicuous. My crew is excited to embrace another child, and adoption is familiar to them.
I believe our hearts are elastic, and can always stretch around "one more" no matter how many times "one more" comes into our lives. If you let me, I will wrap my heart around your child and love them wholly, unreservedly, with every fiber of my being. I will love you, too. I will appreciate you for who you are. I will honor and speak well of you, and will always want you to thrive.
My mom and I combined our resources and credit scores in 2020, and bought a house. We split the bills, housework and yardwork. After my company-provided family leave Grandma will be able to watch the baby(ies) while I'm at work.
Thank you for considering me to parent your baby. I pray that you will have peace, clarity, and confidence in your decision, and that your hopes are fulfilled.