Hi everyone. This is Trent, Ginny's husband. She's asked me to write a post about her wanting to bring home a child in her suitcase.
I say yes.
Here are my reasons....
Repairing my wife's heart after such an attachment is much like landing a man on Jupiter tomorrow, using only a paperclip, bedsheet, baking soda, and a script from MacGyver.
We're at the point on our insurance where we pay the same amount no matter how many kids we have: too much. What's one more?
Children weigh less than the souvenirs she would have brought home. Translation: no overage charges on the airline weight limits.
Children need homes. We have one. Even if it means my bed becomes the leaky inflatable lounger in the pool - I can tether myself to the shallow end.
One life. That's all we have. Every so often, it's good to ride on a van with no A/C and a driver who smokes like wet wood. Who needs to be comfortable when we have a Kingdom?