Between wishing you had never opened your home to “those kids” and knowing there is nothing else you would rather do than parent and love on “those kids” it’s tougher than tough on your heart. On my heart. I realized this evening that I have not been on MARE since September. Or Spence-Chapin for that matter. There are two reasons for this. 1. I’ve been so crazy...
Right now I am not liking being Mom. Right now I am not liking my sons Right now I want to eat a big bowl of ice cream, but am not, because I am an emotional un-eater. Right now I am so angry at so many things and I have no idea who I can vent to that will understand. No. Not even you. Right now I am so angry that my stupid womb doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to because then maybe...
As of 1:30 PM this afternoon, June 28th 2010, Gabe is officially stubborn! YAY!!! He was nervous. He ate an entire bowl (like, glad container bowl) of taco casserole, plus a bowl of green grapes, at 11:30. He eats when he’s nervous, and he hates that I know that he eats when he’s nervous. Jeremiah was nervous. He was bummed because we still don’t have a date for his adoption day...
Who didn’t know if he wanted to be one, Who didn’t know if he could be one, Who told God that he’d accept it if it came, but chose to open his heart in an unexpected way; To the dad who is so young, but no one knows it, whose wisdom and strength are beyond his years, who fights for his family, even the ones he didn’t know he wanted, and who melts with our sons in his arms;...
With commentary đŸ™‚ My Mom My mom is the greatest mom in the world. She is happy when I am good. She likes to listen to me when I play. She cares for me. She always remembers to tell me to take a shower. (I definitely giggled when I read that.) My mom is the greatest mom in the world. She keeps me safe from danger. She cries when I am hurt. She worries that I will run away. She feels sad when I am...
My precious Jeremiah, Today was your 11th birthday. What a ride your 11 years have brought you on. 8 different families, 3 different group homes, friends made, friends lost. What a ride. You are so brave, my Jeremiah. You fight to the end, which is one of your biggest strengths, and one of your biggest barriers to happiness. My prayer for you, my sweet, sweet boy, is that your next 11 years will...
Dear Gabe, Happy 17. You are officially old. đŸ™‚ Today was tough. It wasn’t as smooth as we would have liked. It wasn’t as polished as last year’s events. You felt. You needed. We tried our best. We’ll keep trying. You were trying hard today. I could see it, and I want you to know. I. Saw. You. I saw you remember to take the trash out this morning without being asked. I saw...
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...
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.Â
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...
Wife, mother, chauffeur, referee, teacher, chef, caretaker, etc...All unto Christ.
