November 30, 2010
November 28, 2010
Good Dog
Seriously. This dog is so good. We were happy to host Thanksgiving with 30 something guests, including 17 kids, and lots of those being little ones! She was a saint; we love our Mattie!
November 27, 2010
Cousins
Another great visit with Angela and Allison! So happy they could come for an extended holiday weekend. Oh what crazy fun when you add a few more to the mix. Three has got to be the best age ever! Everyone did well; a few hugs gone awry but good lessons in sharing were had by all ;-)
November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving!
We have so much to be thankful for. Wishing you a wonderful Thanksgiving with family and friends.
November 21, 2010
First Snow!
We had the first snow of the season last weekend! Teagan was curious, Caden was not excited, and Quin had tons of fun!
November 15, 2010
Okay Okay!
So I've been told I can't stop the blog. Thanks for all the sweet words. I forgot there are a lot of people not on FB. Plus, I forgot our friends in Korea check in here on occasion! We'll keep it going, maybe the posts will just be a little less frequent.
A couple of recent photos... not the best one but I love the last picture - just captures the chaos a little ;-)
A couple of recent photos... not the best one but I love the last picture - just captures the chaos a little ;-)
November 8, 2010
So Long, Farewell...
Atleast for now...
It's been really fun to post ... But it's also a bit much for me to keep up :~} Kinda have a lot going on with both of us working and being parents to these three bundles of activity! I know my limitations :-) We'd love to keep up and will still be posting photos on Facebook; please stay in touch on there.
It's been really fun to post ... But it's also a bit much for me to keep up :~} Kinda have a lot going on with both of us working and being parents to these three bundles of activity! I know my limitations :-) We'd love to keep up and will still be posting photos on Facebook; please stay in touch on there.
November 5, 2010
November 1, 2010
November is Adoption Awareness Month
When we began our adoption journey, I came across this writing by Brenna Fay Rhodes. I think it's true for many to whom the path to parenthood has not been easy. It is even more poignant to me now that we're home with our 3 blessings. There are many children still in need of permanent families. The process isn't easy, but I am thankful we took that first step. I am thankful for our children. I am thankful that each of their birth mothers allowed them to be born, that she allowed for them to be adopted, and that she gave us the gift of a family. We know her decisions were not easy. Adoption is a blessing that starts with a birth mother's loss. We honor her, and we are so thankful for the choices she made.
We Are So Blessed
We are so blessed. We have the opportunity to pray and wait and plan and hope and dream and work for our child. Circumstances don't allow us to take our child for granted ~ ever. We do all these things for so long and at such great emotional cost, that when our child is finally in our arms, we truly cherish every minute. Every second.
We are blessed to be in our child's life. We are blessed that God planned for us to be a family, and that we were given the opportunities that brought us together. We get to see all the best parts of mankind in our wonderful children. All the goodness and potential and innocence and ambition and confidence and love. And what a beautiful sight that is.
We are blessed to have run this race. It is long, and very often it is practically impossible to complete. But we run anyway, and believe in ourselves and our child enough to the do the impossible. We run, knowing that at the end of this great race, a child is waiting for a chance at a wonderful life. And we get to be the ones to give him that life. Wow.
We are blessed that when our child laughs, we are the ones to hear it. And when our child cries, we are the ones she looks for. When our child feels pain or joy or accomplishment or excitement, he shares it with us. We are needed and wanted. And we are blessed.
We are so blessed to have had the chance to see life from a different angle. To see that things don't always go as you planned them out in 5th grade ~ because there are better things in store. To be part of the few who feel constantly misunderstood. To be the one always on guard against the rude or ignorant comment. To feel the frustration of not having the perfect comeback to that comment until three hours later. Our kids can use those experiences and lessons we have learned. We are deeper, stronger, more compassionate people because of this journey. And the world our children live in is better, because we grow in those ways.
Our child is blessed. He is patted and hugged and nestled and rocked and kissed and squeezed and taught and tickled and corrected and praised. He is told he is precious in God's eyes. She is certain of her value in our eyes. And she never wonders if she will be cared for tomorrow or the next day. She sleeps comfortably at night, safe in our care.
We should tell our children we are proud. We saved and scrimped, prayed and begged, planned and schemed, worked and worried. We hoped endlessly for them. We dedicated years of our lives to finding them, followed God's path to them, waited in His time for them, then brought them home to their forever family. We gave our whole hearts to our child, even before we ever saw his precious face. Now that is love.
We Are So Blessed
We are so blessed. We have the opportunity to pray and wait and plan and hope and dream and work for our child. Circumstances don't allow us to take our child for granted ~ ever. We do all these things for so long and at such great emotional cost, that when our child is finally in our arms, we truly cherish every minute. Every second.
We are blessed to be in our child's life. We are blessed that God planned for us to be a family, and that we were given the opportunities that brought us together. We get to see all the best parts of mankind in our wonderful children. All the goodness and potential and innocence and ambition and confidence and love. And what a beautiful sight that is.
We are blessed to have run this race. It is long, and very often it is practically impossible to complete. But we run anyway, and believe in ourselves and our child enough to the do the impossible. We run, knowing that at the end of this great race, a child is waiting for a chance at a wonderful life. And we get to be the ones to give him that life. Wow.
We are blessed that when our child laughs, we are the ones to hear it. And when our child cries, we are the ones she looks for. When our child feels pain or joy or accomplishment or excitement, he shares it with us. We are needed and wanted. And we are blessed.
We are so blessed to have had the chance to see life from a different angle. To see that things don't always go as you planned them out in 5th grade ~ because there are better things in store. To be part of the few who feel constantly misunderstood. To be the one always on guard against the rude or ignorant comment. To feel the frustration of not having the perfect comeback to that comment until three hours later. Our kids can use those experiences and lessons we have learned. We are deeper, stronger, more compassionate people because of this journey. And the world our children live in is better, because we grow in those ways.
Our child is blessed. He is patted and hugged and nestled and rocked and kissed and squeezed and taught and tickled and corrected and praised. He is told he is precious in God's eyes. She is certain of her value in our eyes. And she never wonders if she will be cared for tomorrow or the next day. She sleeps comfortably at night, safe in our care.
We should tell our children we are proud. We saved and scrimped, prayed and begged, planned and schemed, worked and worried. We hoped endlessly for them. We dedicated years of our lives to finding them, followed God's path to them, waited in His time for them, then brought them home to their forever family. We gave our whole hearts to our child, even before we ever saw his precious face. Now that is love.
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