Our first adoption fundraiser may well go down as our most fun. It’s going to be pretty tough to beat, anyway.
When Amy and I were dating, we lived in New York City. Amy was staying in the NYU dorms and I was on Manhattan’s East Side, right next to the United Nations building. That first year in New york was rough for me; I’d never lived away from home and family before, and the winter weather was…stunning for a born-and-raised San Diegan like myself. One night, in 2003 or 2004, Amy and I were invited to a house concert featuring a guitarist named Tom Conlon. The concert was great-something about Tom’s music was accessible and encouraging, and easy to listen to. But most of all, there was a difficult to describe “home-ness” to the music. I bought two CD’s that night, and throughout the years in New York, and later when we got married and moved back home, Tom’s music became the music that Amy and I listened to when we felt alone or out of place or just wanted to relax.
So it was something of a surprise when Amy told me that Tom Conlon was touring on the West Coast and was willing to perform in a fundraiser for us. We set a date and gathered friends-mostly from Amy’s childhood-and had wine and desserts and really good guitar music. Amy and I shared our hearts for adoption and we were really blessed by the response. We raised nearly five thousand dollars! Enough to cover our first agency payment and make a down payment on our home study.
I’ll leave you with our favorite Tom Conlon song. It’s one that we’ve always loved, but has taken on new meaning in these last few months.