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Frozen Babies Are People, Too

Life matters.

Surely we can all agree on that much.

Yet the statement becomes fraught with peril in the context of our culture. On the one hand, we affirm everyone in earnest. On the other hand, we challenge the personhood of cells that eventually become ... well, people.

There's no value in stirring controversy for the sake of argument. But there is tremendous worth in affirming the value of life, no matter if you are:

  • frozen in time awaiting a loving family -- and held there by an equally loving family that believes you matter
  • just home from the delivery room
  • 3 years old and testing every limit
  • 45 and preparing your young adults to leave the nest
  • 101 and reflecting on life's joys that began from childhood
As you pursue embryo adoption and explain the process to people in your circle of influence, you will undoubtedly find support. But you will also find blank stares and ample questions.

Why an embryo? Why not a child that has already been born?

If we return to our premise, we will find a satisfying answer. Every family has the privilege of demonstrating love. Domestic adoption. International. Embryo. 

Never forget your choice is anchored in a notion we commonly accept but find it difficult to wrap our minds around at the cellular level: All people have worth. 

Life matters.

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