Got a call from our adoption worker 3 1/2 this morning. She’s the one really handling the paper work stuff, but not the one that came to visit last week. She told me that Gabe’s adoption consent had been approved by the MCI (Michigan Children’s Institute). YAY! No consent for Jeremiah yet. Boo! He’s tribal though, so it has a few more hands to go through. So now we wait...
Disclaimer: I love my parents very very much. I love my step-parents very very much. This post is in no way meant to hurt my wonderful parental units. It is, however, meant to give an older child’s point of view on the very hurtful nature of divorce. (All) Parents everywhere need to know what happens to the heart of a child when they make choices that change a child’s life forever...
We were kids, my Love. Kids who got married and survived. Thrived. First love. Only love. Patient, waiting love. First kiss. Again and again and again. First “I do.” Only and forever. For real. Determined. Unwavering. First pleasure and union. Only and forever. Becoming one. First tears, and shouts, and why’s and hows. First times of doubting, and wondering, and sobbing. First...
The great escape! Out of the group home for good!
Gabe laughing at the boys still at the group home…all in good fun of coarse.
Sorting through all of Gabe’s stuff was hard work. That boy has a lot of clothes…90% shirts.
This is Gabe This is Gabe on his 16th birthday (at 1:30 in the afternoon). This is Gabe eating a bread stick in Pizza Hut on his 16th birthday. This is Gabe being loved on by my precious hubby in Pizza Hut on his 16th birthday. This is the fantastic ice cream cake I made for Gabe on his 16th birthday. This is Gabe blowing out the candles on the fantastic ice cream cake I made him for his...
The meeting was very quick yesterday. It went something like this… Caseworker: So Grace has decided she no longer wants to be adopted by you, Hannah and Kaleb. Do you think we should try to force her into to it? Me: No, Kaleb I have done a lot of talking and praying and we are going to step back. Grace is not ready, and we need to move on and be available for a child who wants a home and a...
Dear ones, I wish I had good news to tell you. I wish that I could pick up that phone and tell you that something wonderful and life altering was happening in my body right now. I sound so ungrateful and lacking so much faith, but I wish that I could tell you what you wanted to hear. The conversation might go something like this “Hey (insert special relationship here)! How are you?” “I’m fine...
Wife, mother, chauffeur, referee, teacher, chef, caretaker, etc...All unto Christ.
