Friday, January 13, 2017

The paperwork is done. It is official!

After finding out she had endometriosis our beautiful daughter Charlotte and her soon-to-be doctor husband Wesley decided to adopt. After praying, working, reading, fund-raising $40,000 today culminated with a dream come true for our whole family!

The paperwork is done and it is final. Yahoo!

We welcome Charles “Charlie” Thomas Sorrill into our loving family as grandchild no. 13. He has 12 cousins who can’t wait to cuddle him, kiss his pudgy cheeks and welcome him into the club.

Processed with VSCO with s2 presetWe are so proud of Charlotte and Wes! They will be marvelous parents. Everyone in the family is already in love with this little fellow. Can’t wait to get a whole family picture again. The last one was over two years ago with 22 of us at our youngest daughter Emily’s wedding. Now we are 23 and hopefully we can get this picture at the baptism of lucky little Charlie.

By the way there are two words that start with “a” and have the same number of words — adoption and abortion. We really need to make the first easier and cheaper and the later non-existent. Imagine killing this little baby instead of giving him to a lonely and loving couple. We have discovered how many couples would love to adopt but it is so difficult to find a baby and it is so expensive. This needs to be changed! 

Screen Shot 2017-01-13 at 5.57.05 PMGod bless this birth mother who decided to give Charlie birth and to make a childless couple the happiest people in the world. May God bless her every day for the rest of her life.

Who knows what this young baby will be or do someday. I hope I live long enough to see. We are so happy and proud! Family is a great creation and gift of God.

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Lyrics to “Neighborhood Bully” by Bob Dylan

Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He’s wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He’s always on trial for just being born
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him
‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He’s the neighborhood bully.

What’s anybody indebted to him for?
Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits for feed
He’s the neighborhood bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully.

Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Neighborhood Bully lyrics © Bob Dylan Music Co.

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