As a little girl I dreamed of becoming a stay at home mom with the perfect husband and lots of darling little children who all looked like us. I would have a clean, organized home and my well-behaved offspring would eagerly await the return of their handsome, hard-working father each evening. I would bake, sew, chauffeur, grow a garden and always be busy doing something in Church. I was convinced nothing could be more wonderful than for this childhood dream to become a reality.
I found the perfect husband and we worked hard preparing our home for all those little feet. We waited with eager anticipation for the day when we could announce to our parents in a most imaginative way that we would be presenting them with a beautiful grandchild. Then we waited some more. Finally after numerous doctor appointments and tests and even more years of waiting, I acknowledged that my dream wasn't going to happen the way I had hoped. So, without hesitation the adoption process and talks began.
The days were long and our constant prayer was to be chosen as adoptive parents. Someone finally did choose us. Someone loving and selfless. Someone who will always hold a special place in our hearts.
We adopted Logan 6 years ago and I will forever cherish the moment when my son’s birthmother placed her precious child in my arms and blessed us with the greatest gift she could possibly give. Many tears were shed that day. Tears of joy for the wondrous gift we had been blessed with, and tears of sorrow for the loss this sweet daughter of God was experiencing as she performed one of the most selfless acts imaginable.
As Logan grew older we began the adoption process again, but the waiting list was long and we tried other means as well. We had the privilege of having several small foster children in our home whom we also hoped to adopt, but to no avail. Foster Care was rewarding and heart breaking at the same time. Each time the children left, I knew that I had helped them be happy and provided a good home for them and hoped they would each be a better person for having been in our home a short while.
As Logan grew older we began the adoption process again, but the waiting list was long and we tried other means as well. We had the privilege of having several small foster children in our home whom we also hoped to adopt, but to no avail. Foster Care was rewarding and heart breaking at the same time. Each time the children left, I knew that I had helped them be happy and provided a good home for them and hoped they would each be a better person for having been in our home a short while.
After many years of unsuccessful procedures and failed foster care placements, we felt impressed that we needed to try one last time to have a child. So, with much prayer and guidance from heaven, we tried embryo adoption. To our great excitement, the procedure was successful! A nurse told me the news over the phone as Logan and I pushed a shopping cart around store and it was everything I could do to hold back the tears of joy.
We were blessed just a few short months ago with our second beautiful
son. The day he was born, I watched my husband hold him for the first time and thought about the long journey which had led us to this place in our lives. At that moment, I was overjoyed with the love I had for our children, the love I had for a Father in Heaven who had blessed us with this sweet little spirit, and the love of a husband who had never questioned our doubted God’s plan for us.
son. The day he was born, I watched my husband hold him for the first time and thought about the long journey which had led us to this place in our lives. At that moment, I was overjoyed with the love I had for our children, the love I had for a Father in Heaven who had blessed us with this sweet little spirit, and the love of a husband who had never questioned our doubted God’s plan for us.
As I look back over the years, I am thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who knew me better than I knew myself. He knew I was capable of handling such hardships and disappointments and ultimately learning the value of patience. He allowed my husband and I time to cement an eternal relationship as we endured numerous heartbreaks. He has blessed us with the opportunity to help other children who needed love and care when their lives were in tumult. And most importantly, he has greatly blessed us with the opportunity to love and care for two special little spirits who we call our own. Heavenly Father knows and loves us individually. If we have faith in and trust in Him, we will be blessed with so much more than we can imagine. When all is said and done, I may not be the perfect wife, mom, seamstress or cook, but I have definitely been blessed with more happiness than I ever dreamed.
Miranda Haymore is a stay at home mom with two children of her own. She graduated from Sacramento State College with a degree in Business. Shortly thereafter she met her husband Kerry and they have been married for over 11 years.








