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 →
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 →
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 →
For a long time, foster children and foster care systems have been a part of my life. It has been 25-ish years since I was introduced to my first foster sibling. And 13-ish years since my husband and I became licensed foster parents for the first time. As a child, I was confused by the... Continue Reading →
I hear all kinds of things since beginning our foster and adoption journey. You are a saint. You must be so patient. These kids are so lucky you saved them. These comments put us in a group of humans in which we simply do not belong. An unattainable group of parental perfection. Impossible. Let us... Continue Reading →
One year ago we stood in a tiny Ukrainian courtroom. Explaining to a judge why Auggie should be adopted. Why children need families. Why we should be Auggie's. One year ago, I was told we may be adopting a terminally ill child. As it turned out, he was simply starving. One year ago, Auggie wore... Continue Reading →
I have long called my kids by numbers on social media posts. 8 years ago TC legally became our #1. TC. My most elderly child is going to a military program to finish up high school. He is 17. And that is super old. I am 36. I think. Someone correct me if I am... Continue Reading →
Auggie turns FIVE TODAY!! I can't even contain myself. I am not sure if I should cry or clap or I don't even know. Can I please tell you, I love this kid. He has not had easy beginnings. But, how he has come alive. Let us peruse the photographic evidence. My favorite kind. It... Continue Reading →
Well friends. We are D.O.N.E. We always considered the possibility of Auggie. The possibility of the little boy with the big eyes and the gaunt face. That boy. The boy that started us on our road to international adoption. The boy that became unavailable before we could get him. So we got our sweet and... Continue Reading →
Happy Mother's Day, Moms. Adopted. Biological. To all the moms. This is your day. This morning Asher pooped on my foot, the bath mat, the floor, and the tub. Again. Happy Mother's Day to me. I used to think today was about me. wrong and wrong. Mother's Day around here brings about BIG emotions. Because... Continue Reading →
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