” But isn’t adoption sad Tia ? It’s sad and happy . I didn’t know I could feel so sad and so happy ” -Julia ( my sweet niece ) Oh sweet Julia . You know my heart . Last week Selah’s birth certificate arrived in the mail . I was shaking as I eagerly
My arms are weary this week. Tired. Heavy. Sore. However, I am thankful. Because I am needed. She needs me. Sometimes only me. Her mama. I’d set her down for a brief reprieve. But her body would arch forward angrily, her arms reached high above her head. A loud , piercing, high pitched squeal of
For those of you who don’t know, I spent most of my childhood growing up in a small Canadian town, along the beautiful deep, blue waters of Lake Huron. From an outsiders perspective, it would seem as if my years as a child were happy and carefree. My neighborhood was not by any means affluent,
Just a few weeks ago Selah and I boarded a plane to go to Phoenix. I’ve travelled before for work but this time it was different. Three of my loves were about to be combined. Friends + Adoption + Photography At the end of the flight my heart was pounding out of my chest. You see,
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