I met Adam in the doctor's office at the orphanage in Kharkov, Ukraine.He was our "plus one."Our last minute addition.I have had lots of questions about how the "Hey Nigel, I think I'll bring home two boys" conversation went. How do you ask your husband at the last minute if two boys are acceptable? I... Continue Reading →
Well, friends...My bathroom smells perpetually of poop. One of our teeny boys (ahem, Asher) uses bath time to evacuate his intestines. I use post-bath-time trying to convince Nigel that I am too dainty to clean poop from a tub...it works. Some of the time.Sweet Asher.Our first face-to-face meeting was February 8th.I knew very little about... Continue Reading →
I found out how fragile life is this week.Everyone says it, but you just don't feel it until death finds someone you love.My grandmother passed away last Friday.She slipped from this life quietly into the next.She was an old lady.The most heart wrenching part of the week was being around my grandfather. He would not... Continue Reading →
When we committed to adopting Auggie we were introduced to a whole world of other children needing families. One teeny boy, in particular, stuck in my mind.This is Royce:He is in the same country as Auggie. He has Cerebral Palsy like Auggie, too.I started asking friends if they had space for one more.I started posting... Continue Reading →
Every year facebook blows up with the annual Christmas debates.Kind, wonderful, sweet people who I know to be Christians heap on the annual holiday guilt.I find I have committed all kinds of Christmas sin.Time for a couple of confessions. Sigh.1. I have been known to say "Happy Holidays!"Not with any ill will, or Jesus-defiling heart.... Continue Reading →
We are taking one of our kids to a new doctor.I know we need to go. I don't want to.My son is a little older now. And he is starting to wonder why he screams and other kids don't. And why sleeping is so difficult.And why the way things feel can make him throw a... Continue Reading →
Joseph is possibly one of the sweetest people put on the planet. He has been that way ever since I have known him. He is kind and compassionate. He shares without being told. He is encouraging and polite. He really is just sweet. Joseph came to live with us for the first time when he... Continue Reading →
Corban misses Ms. Sweetie...The girl he was determined to dislike. After all, she is a girl. But he still misses her. The girl who took his cookie and kicked him. The girl he read to every night. The girl with whom he planned and performed puppet shows. Every night. He misses her. He came in the living room with... Continue Reading →
I was watching a leadership promo thing at our church on Sunday. And the guy on the screen looked right at me and asked:"What story do YOU want to tell?"My immediate thought was...not mine.My story is mostly boring: White girl, raised in upper-middle class neighborhood. My life got slightly more interesting when I turned 12. That... Continue Reading →
Corban was a gigantic surprise. huge.enormous.surprise.Corban came into our lives in a completely unnatural-to-us manner...by birth. I was a horrible pregnant person. I was never one of the sweet round-bellied ladies that I have seen so often. I have heard multitudes of women (bless them) say pregnancy is beautiful. But no one could convince me of the loveliness in... Continue Reading →
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