Pears and Prophecy

Four years ago this week, Rick and I painted this canvas. We were living in Colorado Springs at the time, and we had been home for a few days due to a blizzard. As soon as the roads were cleared, we were ready to get out of the house. We are not artists by any stretch of the imagination, so when Rick said that we should go to Hobby Lobby and pick up painting supplies, I thought he was crazy. But spontaneous he is, so off we went to buy supplies. Now, please don't ask me what type of paints or brushes we used. I have no clue! In fact, it took me ten minutes to remember the word "canvas" for the first sentence of this post.

I remember that we came home from Hobby Lobby and placed all of our newly bought supplies on the dining room table, and we looked at each other and said, "Now what?". We began making sketches on paper, and we liked how pears looked. We mixed paints and painted away, and the rest, as they say, is history. (Notice how I'm avoiding any great details on our artistic skills? Because we have none!)

Ever since that day, the painting has held an important place in our home. Part of the reason it holds such an important place in our house is because we're pretty darn proud of how it turned out. (Those of you who are truly artistic, please bear with me here. I know it's a rather elementary attempt at art.)

But there's another reason that we hang it so proudly. Two days after we failed to become Matisse or Picasso, we were set to become parents for the first time. However, that baby ended up being our eighth failed adoption. It was a very hard time for us, but three days later we found out about a baby boy due to be born in Louisiana. And that baby was Liam!

Stick with me here, because I'm sure I've confused you by now. About a month after the pear painting, we became parents to Liam. Fast forward another 21 months, and we became parents to Garrett. And three months later, we adopted Jack. Three babies in 25 months...yes, it was a whirlwind!

But think a little deeper here. Refer back to the pear painting, and "read" it from left to right...green, yellow, green. And our boys, by order of adoption...black, bi-racial, black. Prophetic, don't you think?