I have previously shared in the post, Art of Adoption(s): Unless the Lord Builds the House, regarding the home the Lord gave to us in order to build our family. It shares how my wife, myself, and Joshua moved into a large home with lots of room for God to build our family from three to nine.
Every artist name their creation. After the final stroke is made, the final chapter is written, or the pottery is dry, the artist have names for their creation. Naming the piece represents as a whole the work of art. Naming a child is or should be a long thoughtful process. Every detail from initials to spelling is carefully given due diligence. Names are powerful as the work of art is summed by a name.
Adoption found us. Though we tried countless ways to biologically have children, adoption eventually was in the greater plan God had for us and our children too. When I met Karen, I was already raising a teenager, Jerome, whom I had been raising since he was eight years old. One of the very first conversations Karen and I had was when she stopped me one day in a hallway and inquired about adoption. She had wanted to adopt as well.