I have always hated riding roller coasters. We lived within driving distance of one of our nations greatest parks, Cedar Point, and frequented it for family vacations. I would fill my time there on spinny rides only and was content to wait on the bench next to each roller coaster's exit while my friends and family enjoyed the thrill without me.
While Russ and I were dating, I surprised him once with tickets to Six Flags. It seemed like a "What a cool girlfriend!" thing to do but when we got there and Russ became aware of my limitations, he was a little confused. (I distracted him with a make-out session on the ferris wheel. My wisdom knows no bounds, no it does not.)
Once in awhile I actually get talked into riding a medium-sized coaster. We stand outside the entrance talking about it. I ask 9 million questions about how fast, how tall, how long that hang time at the top of the hill is, etc. Then we get in line. I make it a point to waver on the decision the entire maze, asking unending questions of my companion, keeping my eye on the exit.
Switching gears (stay with me): over the last few years more of those in our closer circles have brought up adoption. This in itself is not new, but the questions are different. Less "Good for you guys!" and more, "What about me/us?" Part of it is stage of life for a lot of our friends. Part of it is being exposed to the possibilities over and over. Part of it is because (thankfully?) it's become trendy in Christian culture to add some flavor to your family pictures, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Russ and I find ourselves in conversations where people are sort of processing out loud the decision they already made but haven't realized yet. Like me when standing in line for a ride. I'm kind of loving watching people, who are in fact called to adopt, figure it out. Can't wait to see how all these stories play out...