Thursday, January 12, 2012

when inspiration isn't a dirty word.

Tonight I had intended to write a generic angry blog about how much snow is a thorn in my side, and how the childhood excitement over flurries have disintegrated into loathing as it disrupts my plans as an adult. I was paragraphs into my ramblings when once again, my friend Samantha blasted my dark cynicism like an overwhelming torpedo of sunshine. When I tabbed over mid blog, I noticed she had this posted on her Facebook.

 Suddenly I was was jettisoned out of the funk that was permeating my being and I was overwhelmed with "awwwwwww!"

Here is the down low on my friend Sam, who inspires me daily, even though I don't get to see her quite often as we both would like. [Tangent: Let it be known that ever since a boy I had a crush on told me that I was an inspiration when I wrote him a undoubtedly awkward declaration of love letter- I hate the word inspiration. Although this was over 10 years ago, to me its demeaning and disgusting and should be 4 letters. Unfortunately, there is no other word to better surmise what Sammy is to me.] Samantha and I first met when we were in the same fifth grade class. I envied her freckles and blossom hats, and I can only assume she envied my back brace and collection of Looney Toons t-shirts. [Tangent: I mean, who wouldn't?] However, as is the case with most prepubescent girls, I hated her...and she hated me. This hatred leaked over to middle school where mean notes and evil glares were exchanged in the hallways and Survivor-like alliances were made. [Tangent: I am not 100% why this fight started, but it was probably we had the same Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper or she somehow sabotaged my eraser collection.] 

At some point, at the end of middle school/beginning of high school- we realized the issue we were fighting over was null and void, and that we were really just about the same person in a lot of ways- and that friendship has continued 15+ years later. She was the first of my friends to get married (to her high school sweetheart no less, who she started dating at 14 when they went to the Sadie Hawkins dance together.) [Tangent: I am usually super cynical about marriages at a young age (are you spotting a trend?) but if you saw her and Aaron together, you would understand that these soulmates just found each other way ahead of the rest of us. How lucky of them to get the extra time. So, in this particular case I endorse Sammy being a child bride. They are the exception to my rule.] She was the first of my friends to have a baby (the adorable, Eli, shown below). And now, she is the first in my immediate friend circle to do something else that I one day aspire to do, Samantha and her family are adopting a baby this year...from Uganda. 

Sammy first started her love affair with the African continent, Uganda in particular, after doing some mission work last year with Sweet Sleep , which provides bedding and mosquito netting to babies with AIDS [Tangent: I know! Now you see why she deserves the much detested "I"word.] I fully supported her venture, mostly because I hoped my friend would find an adorable orphaned black baby and bring him/her home to me in her duffel bag, so I could raise him/her as my own. [SPOILER ALERT: Most people would likely guess that baby didn't come from my lady parts. She never brought one home. And, I'm still bitter.]
sammy making new friends.

While over there do-gooding, while I was likely watching a Criminal Minds marathon, Samantha was starting to realize that she, too, wanted to help those sweet babies further. In addition to giving them a bed and a net, she wanted to give one of them a forever home; she wanted to make one her son or daughter. She told me about it several months ago, before she told the grand majority of folks, maybe because she knows I have a huge soft spot for adoption and would likely be almost as excited as she was.

At this point, there is nothing that I wouldn't do to help Sam adopt this baby. In talking to her a couple weeks ago, I grilled her about the process and learned a lot. [Example: Did you know that if you adopt a girl, the agency will send you to hair classes so you know how to style black hair properly?!? That impresses me to no end.] I also learned that the overseas adoption process, aside from being heart wrenching and outlined in red tape, is crazy pricey. Social workers, adoption agencies and trips to Africa are all expensive things individually. Added together- these things are overwhelming to a young family. 

Because I love her, and still feel bad about those mean notes we exchanged in 7th grade, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell my dear friend, who is actually about 6 months younger than I am, that I want to be just like her when I grow up. That sweet baby is going to be the luckiest child in the world.

To help my friend in her journey, you can do one of the following:

Click the "email me" link on the side of this page and I will send you info on how you can order one of the pens crafted by her husband, Aaron, for $25.


Mail a check with a “Sapp Family Adoption” note added to (<<--that aspect is crucial) to:
Brentwood Baptist Church
Rock Bridge Foundation
Attn: Bryce Fowler
7777 Concord Rd.
Brentwood, TN 37027

click this link:  to donate any amount you can by clicking HERE. [Tangent: I don't mean to get all Sally Strothers on you readers, but consider how much you spend on dumb things everyday, now think of how that money could buy a child....wait, that sounded know what I mean.] or by visiting her blog HERE.


  1. i love you. so much. thank you for everything. xo

    1. I just read this and totally cried. I love you both and am so proud to call you my sweet friends! sam, you are an inspiration for sure. well said, kimmie jones!

  2. Ahhh!!! This is the sweetest story ever! Good luck to the above lady and her family! (:


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