Today I’m leaving you with snippets you’d hear around our home. If the hair post didn’t prove it, I have no shame. #1 We were on our way out for a bit, my 2 girls and I, when I glanced down at our puppy, a rambunctious hellion who has already earned a reputation in our… Continue reading 4 obtusely ordinary things
The last piece that set our girl free to accept her new life in a foreign land was our family move. A move that adoption agencies and government entities frown upon, insisting that a family’s home life remain stable after integrating a new child into one’s family. A move that helped our daughter feel like… Continue reading the move that sealed the deal
“If I could turn back time…” – Cher My biggest regret that first year home with our disabled daughter (who we adopted internationally) is how I focused more on instructing her— constantly worried about her chronological age, her inability to navigate the world and her future— and less on nurturing her with loving attention. Her… Continue reading She thinks she’s going to like it here
It’s terrifying to watch our daughter, who turned 14 years old this Spring, go through each day only comprehending at the level of a 4-year-old socially and an 8-year-old educationally. I will not lie to you. Most days, I don’t allow myself to focus on the enormity of what we’ve taken on. I can’t if… Continue reading That torrential first year
She called me. She really called me. and everyone else on her contact list But she called me! Wednesday I spent the day on a formal dress hunt with our bio daughter. Prom dresses are on deep clearances now as the stores try to unload their extra merchandise. This is good for us since we’re… Continue reading You rang
That commercial is the bomb because it is my current life status. It is real life. Beauty is not about conforming. It’s about whatever makes you feel confident with yourself. Sometimes you need to tinker around a bit to find what works. Recently, I teased Instagram with a glimpse of my new hairdo. You… Continue reading There real in photos: AKA, I love your hair!
Just when I think she can’t warm my heart more than she has, she floors me again. During our school time recently, our girl said something that astounds me. Because of her special-needs and having come to us completely uneducated at such an older age, we homeschool our daughter. We’ve carved out a school room… Continue reading Her hope