Looking Back: Receiving the Referral for Our Daughter from China
Halfway through the estimated waiting period, we receive a referral for the daughter we hope to adopt from China.

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Halfway through the estimated waiting period, we receive a referral for the daughter we hope to adopt from China.
Thinking of all the waiting families today, I reminisce about the hopeful beginning of our family's journey through the international adoption process.
After deliberating a while, I initiate a birth parent search analysis to find out if a trail to our daughter's first family even exists and whether a search for them might have any probability of success.
After receiving an e-mail about doing a birthparent search in the Chinese province where my daughter was born, I wonder, should I? Is this my choice to make, or hers?
On the ride home from kindergarten, my adopted daughter asks about finding her "real mom." So begins a conversation about what she is missing and what she seeks to find.
While out camping, I am reminded we are not like other families, and I see how our differences connect us to others in meaningful ways.
When a stranger asks which province my daughter is from, I suspect we're about to have one of those beautiful conversations that often happen between adoptive parents.
One day, out of the blue, my kindergarten-age daughter wants to know what the word adopted means.
In an adoptive family, we all have adoption issues, but our Chinese daughter faces her own challenges in an American home.
As an adoptive parent, I sometimes wonder if I am dealing with adoption-related issues in need of extra care, or simply kid things.
On the eve of our adopted daughter's birthday, we send wishes to her birthmother in China.
When people ask if I love my adopted daughter like my own, the answer is never simple.
Not wanting to rush headlong into yet one more holiday season with that out-of-sorts feeling, I decide to try something different this year.
For the past five years, I've been trying to come up with a better name than 'Gotcha Day' -- one that encompasses the sacred joy for us, while honoring the loss that underlies the day.
A stirring movie about real birth parents in China awakens a quiet ache in me to make sense of something I may never be able to understand.
"Family Tree" assignments can be upsetting for some adopted children -- and their parents. Here's how Hanna constructed her branches.
Innocent conversations can run deep without warning. Buy her? Is that what she thinks? This can't be good.
The ticking gets louder: Am I failing my daughter?
"I do not know if we can find your mommy, but when you are ready, I'll take you to China."
Since our family traveled across the skies in 2004, and brought home a pouty-lipped baby girl named Fu Dong Zhi, none of us has fit easily into categories.