I have always wanted to start a blog. I was too busy, I wondered if anyone would read it, I worried that I wouldn’t have enough to say. I do have something to say, and if only one person read this and gets something out of it than that’s fine with me. Here it goes….. My husband and I began our adoption journey in 2006. It lead us to L. I believe that she was made for our family and we couldn’t be happier. A few years ago we started talking about adopting again. We were unsure of the country and nothing really felt right. We had a few situations that didn’t work out. We did a lot of talking. I did a lot of research. We decided to adopt where there was the greatest need. I knew there was a need in Ghana after studying abroad there in college. While researching Ghana and Africa I learned of a new adoption program being opened in the Democratic Republic of Congo. It was as if the stars had aligned! Side story- lol Congo was connected to Rwanda and I had been intrigued with Rwanda for a very long time. My love of Africa started after reading Gorillas in the Mist by Dian Fossey. That book got me researching Rwanda and the surrounding areas including DRC. I was horrified by what was happening. I followed news about Africa until college where I became wrapped up in studies and friends. My college career almost spanned a decade and my final year of school, I had a quarter life crisis, and called the college to see if they would send me to Rwanda. They declined my request but offered a program in Ghana and I jumped at the chance. End of tangent It just felt so right! I dove into researching Congo and came upon a startling discovery……DRC had been in a War…..not just any war but a war with atrocities that rivaled Hitler. A war that included routine raping of women and children. A war that claimed 45000 lives a MONTH! How could I not know! How was no one helping. In my research I came across a book written by Lisa Shannon called A Thousand Sisters. I finished the book in less than two days. I knew my child was in the DRC. We found an adoption agency and were matched with a baby girl! In her picture she was crying and very malnourished. I knew she was meant for our family and we completed the paperwork and contacted the bank. The wait had officially begun. We decided to name her Wren. Life felt complete. A few weeks after our paperwork was submitted we received a call saying that Wren had a sister. We were told that (we will call her M) was 2 years old but in her photo she looked much older (my guess would be around 4). We thought, talked, prayed and decided to except M’s referral. Everything was going according to plan until we got a call on October 27th. It was a call that I never thought that I would receive. Wren had died. There were 18 children in her orphanage and 12 had died from malaria. M was taken from the orphanage by family and they are unsure what will happen with her. We have grieved and cried and waited. Wren was suppose to be a beginning not an end. That is my hope with this blog. That I can share Wren’s story and that story will travel and move someone else into action. That Wren, my small frail, voiceless, baby who suffered for 13 months would not have died without meaning and without notice as so many children do. So this is the beginning. This is for Wren.