When I was in TV and blogging about the adoption process of our daughter, I connected with a woman named Stephanie.
Four of her children are biological, and a beautiful daughter completed her family through adoption just a few months before we brought our daughter home.
Stephanie initially reached out to me over Facebook because of our shared experience as adoptive mommas in a transracial family.
Sometimes, it was difficult for me to tell who was genuine because I was a local TV personality.
But I knew Stephanie was real.
We had a legit connection right away.
Often times, trans-racial families share an unspoken bond with other families that look like theirs.
And that was certainly the case for us.
Stephanie has been a constant support for me as I've navigated a few bumps in the road with being a white momma to a beautiful black baby girl.
We just "get" each other.
What I didn't know, though, was that God had something more than a friendship in store for us.
About a year after connecting with each other, Stephanie would prove to be a messenger and deliver an important memo -- one that would stir my heart and change our family in an instant.
"We're in no position to adopt again right now -- all of our paperwork is expired -- but I'll get details and see if I can pass them along to our adoption consultant. I bet she knows someone," I said.
"I was really hoping it was you," Stephanie insisted. "I just feel like it's supposed to be you and Chris, Shelley..."
"Girl, this was not on our radar AT ALL! I'll call the attorney and get details to pass along, though. We'll definitely find a family for this baby," I said.
What I didn't know, however, was that the family would be mine.
PART I: Stephanie, the Messenger
PART II: A 12-Hour Whirlwind
PART III: Dear Kendra
Our Daughter's Adoption Finalization [in Photos]
One Whole Year