Allow me to officially introduce the Christoffersons, the amazing family with whom I am traveling to China in just two short weeks. They have five beautiful children, two of which they adopted from China in 2013. Let me share a bit about how they came to adopt for the third time. In December of 2013 they were hoping to host an orphan during the holidays. Many adoption agencies participant in hosting programs which allow children to stay with families for a short time. As Megan Christofferson mentions on her blog, “the hosting program is set up to allow an orphan to come into your home for 4-5 weeks over the holidays. The program targets children that have virtually 0% chance of being adopted, and gives them the opportunity to experience family life and maybe find their forever family.” However due to some paperwork issues they were not able to host the orphan they had selected. Sadly the Christoffersons would not be able to spend Christmas with this little boy. Instead they decided to spend forever with him and began the process of adopting him. How incredible.
These are Megan’s words shared on her blog in November of 2013 about their decision to adopt this little boy.
“A little history with this little boy we will call Bo. We actually saw his file first…before our daughters’ files…back in July of 2012. I fell in love with him immediately. MJ was worried that we couldn’t handle the needs of another child with Down Syndrome and a little girl that we did not know yet. We were sure she would have cleft lip/palate, and we thought she would need surgery immediately upon getting home. So we passed on his file, but we never forgot about him. I cried myself to sleep many of nights knowing that we were his only chance at having a family. With the little word “no” we were sentencing him to a cold, hopeless, famliless, lonely, shortened life. It was more than my heart could bear. At nights it literally felt like my heart was breaking for this boy and our decision. Then we found our daughters. I knew they were our daughters, and I tried to piece my heart together. I tried to convince myself that he must not have been meant to be our son because these were our girls.
Then pictures of Elle started coming to us. Guess who we saw in the pictures….Bo. Bo and Elle were together! They knew each other! They are friends! How am I suppose to move on when I keep finding him? Fast forward to January 2013. We travel to China to pick up our girls. Guess who we see when we go to Elle’s orphanage. Bo! He sat up in his crib, smiled, and waved at us. I pointed to him, cried, and said, “MJ, there’s Bo!” Here’s a picture of him from that moment!
I couldn’t dwell on our encounter for long because MJ and I had our hands FULL in those following months. However I never forgot Bo. I would think of him daily. About once a week I would text MJ something about Bo. He would text back something about our hands being full, which of course is true. Fast forward to September…I received information about Project 143 and CCAI and their host an orphan for the holidays. I half heartily opened the photo listing for China. I never in a million years anticipated what happened. After about 12 pictures, up popped Bo’s beautiful face. I immediately burst into tears balling. It was so loud I woke up my husband. He rolled over, and started hugging me. He asked what happened. All I could do was point to the screen, and say Bo! I told MJ I couldn’t keep ignoring him. MJ teared up, and said, “I know.” The next couple of weeks were filled with tears, intense discussions, and major soul searching on how we could do this.”
Ultimately the Christoffersons decided that they had to do it and began the adoption process to bring Bo home. Now, after such a long road this journey is almost completed. Megan and MJ finally have their “GOTCHA” date and will be meeting their son on July 28th. I am beyond honored to have this opportunity to be there with them and photograph this reunion. Soon. Very soon little Bo will be rescued and received by his mom and dad. There are no words for how that statement makes me feel. I only pray that the photographs I take can speak volumes.