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The Next Chapter in our Adoption Journey

Last week Matt and I hired an adoption consultant to help us in our adoption journey. We had been feeling that our exposure to potential birth families was pretty narrow (just central Iowa) and since we are a unique situation we started to worry that it may take a good long while to be chosen. 
We weren't really looking to change our approach, it just sort of landed in our laps through a friend of a friend. I can't help but think it was God working out more of the details for us. 
This adoption consultant will help get us more exposure to potential birth families in various locations throughout the US. While this will hopefully speed up the process, it will increase our costs...quite a bit. We have raised enough to cover the costs of an adoption through our original agency - however these other agencies have higher fees and we'll also need to incorporate travel expenses into the equation. Things we hadn't contemplated before. We have been praying and thinking this over...these increased costs are substantial. 
However we don't want money to be a reason why we don't pursue our dream of parenthood. It would just be too sad, and I'm not sure I could bear that. So, we are pulling together our resources, will be saving as much as we can, will be applying for an adoption loan, and will be taking a leap of faith that together we will have what we need to finally bring home our Baby Karwoski. 
It is humbling the amount of support we've received so far, and it is not an easy thing to reach out for more assistance. We are so very appreciative of all the love, support, prayers, and donations we've received throughout this entire journey!! 
We hope this next chapter in our journey takes us one GIANT step closer to the final chapter! 


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