blast the red suitcases

521524 Uh yeah, that really was all of our luggage. And yes, I really was everything I hate about inexperienced travelers. I was weighted down by luggage and I was whiny. But give me a little credit…two of the suitcases came with my mother, and I had good reason to be whiny. Do you see the… Continue reading blast the red suitcases

a first impression

Hey kids, Well, we’re at four days and counting. Of course, that is four days until we leave for Bogota. We’re still 10 days away from smothering you with hugs and kisses. I am hard at work on your life-books. Hopefully, you will one day look back at the letters I wrote, the information I gathered ,… Continue reading a first impression

my apologies…

My sincerest apologies to my readers for the downer I was yesterday. Although I still agree with everything I wrote, I probably should have waited to write it. As my close friends can attest to, I’ve been surprisingly patient, submissive, and calm the past couple month. I suppose now that we have a travel date,… Continue reading my apologies…

adoption thoughts

I’ve been thinking a lot about the idea of adoption lately. Okay, that probably came out wrong. You must be thinking, duh, of course she thinks about adoption a lot, right? But the truth is, not really. The last few months I have been caught up in the preparation for the kids’ arrival…sorting clothes, buying a child-friendly… Continue reading adoption thoughts

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they really are real

491496499502505508Our children are real! What an amazing feeling. And, by the way, they are totally 5, 6, 7, and 8. They are normal, regular, high-energy, excitable KIDS. I know everyone is dying for the details. I’ll do my best… The conference started an hour late due to technical difficulties. Finally, they brought the kids in… Continue reading they really are real

befuddled

Well, Adam and I are about to talk to our kids for the first time. Yep, in two short hours. I wish I could say I am a ball of emotions or completely beside myself. In all honesty, I feel nothing. I know I still hold on to thoughts of self-preservation that have guarded me… Continue reading befuddled