It takes courage to pick up a dream. I know this. In my life I have picked up several dreams. Moved countries. Fell in love. Got married. Moved countries again. Had babies. Started Businesses. Penned my heart on paper. Adopted… It takes equally as much courage, if not more, to lay down a dream though.
With every month that passes, on that day I wonder… “Is she thinking of her?” I know that we are thinking of her birth mama. Wondering how she is doing, and where she is. It is odd to have months and months of connection leading up to the delivery, and then have sparse information afterwards.
I sent my three bigs to school today. Aside from a blinking back a few tears for my new middle schooler ( how did that happen? ) , and gulping that huge- annoying lump in my throat because it is the end of another season – I’m actually ok. Maybe even more than ok?
Sweet Bean… This time last year, you my love, were still the baby of the family. Today, you are a big sister, but still very much STILL my baby. I know you are now seven. But for SEVEN years you have had me and everyone else in this family wrapped around your little finger. I
I knew without a doubt that I would love Selah with every fiber in my being . But only because while we were matched with “S” , a sweet little foster boy I took care of a few times a week , squelched that fear in me . Before knowing him tiny slivers of doubt
They say to sleep while the baby sleeps. But this Mama takes pictures while she sleeps. xo
I love going out with my kids- to the park, the grocery store, or the library. People stare. I’d like to think it is because my kids are so beautiful ( they are ). But they probably stare because it’s one mama to an entourage of four kids. I LOVE it. They are mine, I
Last night we had our LAST post -placement home study visit! Hours before the appointment I was chuckling to myself as I was scrubbing blood out of the carpet from a cut that Caleb got on his foot. He was fine, but on his search for a bandaid he trailed blood up the stairs, in the living room,
The agency social worker excused herself for a moment , leaving us with sweet “S” . Nervously, Michael and I sat across from her. Looking up from her plate, she avoided our eyes, as she said, ” I don’t even know how to ask this… I mean…but I have too..” My heart was thumping wildly
She said, ” You are doing everything right, friend. ” Two days ago those words were spoken to me at a time when I felt like I was doing nothing right. I ugly cried. Right there in the middle of the living room. Surrounded by mess and chaos, the tears dripped off my face and