Adoption

Yesterday was a monumental day for some dear friends of mine. For the last three years they have been foster parents to twin girls. These girls came to their home when they were just babies. Malnourished and emotionally disconnected little baby girls in need of love and a healthy environment. Yesterday my friends legally adopted them. They were transformed under their care. They became healthy and happy and flourished under the love they received from their foster parents who are now officially their Mommy and Daddy. I'm just so happy for them.

When we were having trouble starting a family we sat down with our friends to learn more about becoming foster parents. They'd had the girls in their home for a little less than six months at the time but were already very familiar with the inner workings of the foster care system. We had decided that there was only so far medically we were willing to go to become pregnant and that maybe God had another plan for us to become parents. I'd reached a point in my life where I was completely trusting that I would get a chance to be a mother and I was willing to become one to someone else's child if needed. We had a lovely meeting with our friends and learned quite a bit, enough that we contacted the county and received the application packet so we could start the process. Little did we know that, even as we'd had the meeting with our friends, I was already expecting Ace. Isn't it funny how things like that happen? We put the foster parent plan on the back burner not knowing if we'd ever revisit it or not.

Now we're six weeks away from the arrival of our second little one. We have been so blessed to start and have this little family of ours. But all those children in need of a loving home still weigh on my heart. I know the whole process my friends went through was an incredibly difficult and drawn-out one full of uncertainty and some heartbreaking moments. I know if we pursue this avenue in the future it will not be easy. But I also know these children are on my heart for a reason. I've always wanted more than two children. Maybe the next addition/s to our family won't be born into it.

*Just my musings, no plans in place at the moment.*

Soon

Less than 8 weeks.....






This little puddin' is scheduled to be here on July 8th unless he/she decides to come sooner.

I can't wait to meet my littlest one. Boy? Girl? What say ye?

Mother's Day

Every day I am amazed at how much Asa is growing. Just recently I looked at him and thought "He's not a baby anymore!" I don't know exactly when the transition happened. It was gradual and I didn't even notice it happening. He became a little boy.

On Mother's Day we spent the afternoon with my grandparents, parents, and aunt & uncle. We had four generations gathered. Oma (my mom) and Auntie C (her sis) took Asa for a little walk. Here are some highlights:














My little boy is so beautiful.

Done & Done

I just realized that I haven't posted to this blog since rejoining facebook. No good! I plan on being much more active here in the future.

One thing that will encourage that is the fact that I've deleted my facebook account. I haven't temporarily deactivated it or taken a hiatus. I've gotten rid of it for good.

I just finished reading a book entitled The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. I plan on reading it again right away and really making note of the things that resonated with me. One thing that did stick with me was her approach at deciding what to include in her regular life. She asked very simple and pointed questions. What in your life makes you feel good? What in your life makes you feel bad? Obviously we can't avoid every bad feeling. Sometimes certain responsibilities just suck and don't make us happy. But facebook? What an optional part of life! Did I enjoy keeping in touch with people and hearing about their lives? Yes. But I can also do that through email, snail mail, and phone calls. Almost every time I checked facebook it made me feel bad in some way. Between the gossip, the politics and the arguments I was always feeling frustrated. I won't pretend that I didn't participate in some of that myself. But why subject myself daily to something that makes me feel bad? It seems kind of crazy to me.

I know there are quite a few friends and family members who liked my Asa updates so I'll be uploading pics to flickr or a similar site now and then and linking to them here so everyone stays updated.

I also plan on keeping up with my own version of The Happiness Project on here, as well as just random musings and updates.

Thanks for reading and hanging out in the panyk room!