2018 thoughts and 2019 wishes. With a little bit of poop. Happy New Year, friends.
2018: Notes and Life in Tribe Irons
October 22
Today marks 1 year and 7 months since Auggie's death. He was an Irons for 1 year and 7 months. He has now been gone as long as he was with us. And that makes me a tiny bit crazy - I am thankful for every day, but it is still a day without Auggie.... Continue Reading →
#4.5
Well, my friends. We have been rather busy around here. Life has been odd, as usual. After Auggie died, we sent paperwork to his first country in order to keep that door open - we just weren't ready to say no forever. And then, on March 21st, I got a phone call letting us know... Continue Reading →
It is Adoption Awareness Month. I see lots of children posted on social media as "available for adoption." I see lots of beautiful quotes and ideas. I appreciate this. I get asked to speak during November. To raise awareness, to tell our story, to share what being an orphan really means. Many times at these... Continue Reading →
swimming lessons.
This week, one of our teeny boys, Asher, was gifted some water floats. He loves to swim. Asher is a good swimmer, but not a safe one. He doesn't stop attempting to swim, even if the water is freezing cold. When we are outside, we put him in a flotation device whether it is appropriate... Continue Reading →
hate. and things I can’t change.
6 months ago today. Auggie died. And that is not changeable. He is still gone. And we are still here. Most days, we are good. We do life and fart jokes and weird competitions and school and activities. But, on days that mark Auggie's death...Honestly, I just kind of hate those days. I really hate... Continue Reading →
our American life.
Hello sweet friends, Life has been so weird of late. Auggie is still gone. We are still here. Corban and I went to NYC for meetings. I thought Judsen and Joe were going to come with me too, but when I offered they said New York is the city and it smells wonky. They are... Continue Reading →
Lasts. And Auggie’s legacy.
We are still here. The kids all have their moments of sadness. And that is okay. We talk about Auggie a lot. He affected so much of our day-to-day activities. And it just feels weird with the gaping absence of Auggie, comes the empty minutes of the day, where I find myself seeking activity or... Continue Reading →
Being okay.
Hello my friends, It has been one week. We are okay. Not great, not whole. But we are okay. And I will call that pretty good for the moment. I keep going back to the thought that this is not where I expected to be right now. I expected Auggie to live much longer. I... Continue Reading →
March 22, 2017
I left the morning of the 21st to take the girls on a birthday trip to New York and have some meetings with Children's Rights. When I left Auggie was smiling. Happy. Squirmy. And I kissed his fat cheeks and told him I loved him as we hurried out the door. That night Auggie became... Continue Reading →
the sometimes 8 irons 
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