Day 3,714

The Fourth Year of Bearett Conley

And just like that, Sunday marked four years since the Lord so kindly brought Bearett into our lives and gave him to us as our own son. To think that that little redheaded, adorable boy was only the size of Ella Mae when we gave him our last name, I am in awe. We’ve grown and cried and loved and learned in ways we never would’ve without Bearett by our side and I can’t  even begin to put into words how proud we are to call him Son. He is a treasure unlike any other. A fascinating, intricate, hard-headed, tender-hearted adventurer who just wants to know and be known. To love and be loved. Well my boy, as long as I live, that’s exactly what I will continue to give you, the best way I know how. Adoption to us has always been the most beautiful picture of God’s love toward His people, in that though we did nothing to deserve it, He chose us as heirs, as His own sons and daughters purely because of His great love. A chosen people. Adopted into His family. And just as Bearett first said all those years ago, “I’m the lucky one because I get to be adopted twice.” Lord, if there’s anything I could ever desire for him in his whole life, it would be exactly that. That he would rejoice in the fullness and beauty of adoption as not just my son, but Yours. 

Thank you for making me a Boy Mom, Bubba. I am crazy about you and love you so much. Thank you for teaching me and being patient with me, and making me laugh and delight in ways only you can. You’re an incredible joy, a blessing, a gift and I can’t wait for all the years ahead of us as we grow and learn and experience all that God has for us. 

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Adoption Day and Fall Festival always collide, which is something we LOVE so much! So many reasons to celebrate, so many reasons to smile! This year, the kidlets decided after perusing Pinterest, that their make-at-home-costumes would be grandparents! So grandmas and grandpa, they were!







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They don’t come any cuter! 

We were crazy excited to put our costumes together and head to Fall Festival at church, but the babes do like the thrill of going door-to-door, so we decided that we’d drive to that little house we saw on Saturday—the one in which we put an offer in on Sunday morning right before church(!)—in order to trick-or-treat there and to keep an eye on all the interested parties looking to buy The Cottage. 

To my surprise, there was nobody viewing the home when we pulled up. And being that Adam and I drove separately, I cautiously parked right outside the front of the house, leaving enough room for Adam to park behind me, figuring the next agent and their client would be coming at any moment. Instead, I watched Adam swoop his gigantic truck into the driveway of a house that everyone and their mom had been viewing those first 24 hours and I was mortified. “BABE! YOU CAN’T PARK THERE!! Move your truck, Adam!!”

“It’s my driveway, I’m parking here.”

ADAM, MOVE YOUR TRUCK. IT’S NOT YOUR DRIVEWAY YET!!

“It’s my house, I’m parking here.”

ADAM! You’re being ridiculous, GET OUT OF THE DRIVEWAY!!

With an ever increasing grin spreading across his face, “It’s my house and I’m parking right here.”

YOU DON’T OWN…wait what? No way. NO WAY!! NO. SERIOUSLY?! IT’S OURS?! They accepted our offer???

“She called me on the way here. They accepted our offer and I’m parking right here in my driveway.”

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October 31 is proving to be quite the day in the lives of the Conleys. My daddy passed away that day, we bought our first house that day, we adopted Bearett that day, and we bought our second house that day. I love how special it is and all the memories we’ve made so far. Just know, if you ever have to bank on something big happening in the lives of the Conleys, your best bet would be on Fall Festival!!



Turns out, it was also the last night in our most recent Airbnb, and we had A LOT left to do. Thankfully, I’m well versed in lack of sleep, so we managed alright. We’re supposed to close on The Cottage by November 19, and finally, we’ll be able to—Lord willing—put our suitcases away for a while.