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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Our Christmas tree
"Dear God... please grant me the ability to ignore my OCD and leave my tree with all the ornaments at the height that a 5 year can decorate... Amen"
Putting up the Christmas Tree
Pulled out the box with the artificial tree to set up and then left the room for a while. When I came back this is what I found. Spencer had unpacked it, put the stand together, assembled the pole correctly and then was assembling the branches. He has never put a tree together before nor seen anyone do it as far as I know. Dang that boy is too smart!!!!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Spencer's 5th birthday dinner - South of the Border
Peyton asked if her birthday could be in Mexico too!
Monday, August 24, 2009
First Day Of Kindergarten
She started school this morning,
And she seemed so very small.
As I walked there beside her
In the Kindergarten hall.
And as she took her place beside
the others in the class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.
Remembering, I saw her as
She first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When she began to talk.
This little girl so much absorbed
In learning how to write.
It seems as though she must have grown
To girlhood overnight.
My eyes were blurred and hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar her first big day.
Oh how I longed to stay with her
And keep her by the hand
To lead her through the places
That she couldn't understand.
And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew she would no longer be
A baby by my side.
But she must have her chance to live,
To work her problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life is all about.
And I must share my little girl
With friends and work and play;
She's not a baby anymore --
She's in Kindergarten today.
And she seemed so very small.
As I walked there beside her
In the Kindergarten hall.
And as she took her place beside
the others in the class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.
Remembering, I saw her as
She first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When she began to talk.
This little girl so much absorbed
In learning how to write.
It seems as though she must have grown
To girlhood overnight.
My eyes were blurred and hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar her first big day.
Oh how I longed to stay with her
And keep her by the hand
To lead her through the places
That she couldn't understand.
And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew she would no longer be
A baby by my side.
But she must have her chance to live,
To work her problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life is all about.
And I must share my little girl
With friends and work and play;
She's not a baby anymore --
She's in Kindergarten today.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Let me tell you about how an orphan that changed my life......
"Warner Bros. new horror movie Orphan proclaims that it must be hard to love an adopted child as much as your own. Let me tell you about how an orphan changed my life..."
After years of hoping for a child of my own I was blessed to be moved towards adoption. All the fears of being a Mother to “someone else’s child” surfaced. Oddly enough, once I signed the papers with the adoption agency and was notified that I was on the waiting list, I realized then that I was a Mother. A Mother to a child in a distant land, far away across the ocean. Immediately the Motherly instinct kicked in and I was worried. Who is feeding her? Who is watching over her? Is she crying and is anyone going to comfort her? The wait was agony. I had no idea what she looked like, what she smelled like, the sound of her cry or giggle. The only connection I had was to look at the moon at night and know that she could look at the very same moon. To know that God must be watching over her.
When the time came, when my name was called, and she was placed in my arms for the first time, it was if I had known her my whole life. She WAS the child I had always dreamt of. She WAS my own. Maybe not of my flesh and not of my bone, but certainly my own. The fact that I was afraid to Mother “someone else’s” child is so strange to me now. She is my child. As a matter of fact the likeness between her and I is scary. And the life inside her is awe inspiring. She taught me that I could open my eyes and my heart to an older, special needs orphan.
That child is my Son. A little boy whose pictures came with those haunting vacant eyes that the older orphans all have. He has grown so much and love and joy flows from him freely now. My life has truly changed forever. People often tell me that my children are so lucky. I think I am the lucky one.
After years of hoping for a child of my own I was blessed to be moved towards adoption. All the fears of being a Mother to “someone else’s child” surfaced. Oddly enough, once I signed the papers with the adoption agency and was notified that I was on the waiting list, I realized then that I was a Mother. A Mother to a child in a distant land, far away across the ocean. Immediately the Motherly instinct kicked in and I was worried. Who is feeding her? Who is watching over her? Is she crying and is anyone going to comfort her? The wait was agony. I had no idea what she looked like, what she smelled like, the sound of her cry or giggle. The only connection I had was to look at the moon at night and know that she could look at the very same moon. To know that God must be watching over her.
When the time came, when my name was called, and she was placed in my arms for the first time, it was if I had known her my whole life. She WAS the child I had always dreamt of. She WAS my own. Maybe not of my flesh and not of my bone, but certainly my own. The fact that I was afraid to Mother “someone else’s” child is so strange to me now. She is my child. As a matter of fact the likeness between her and I is scary. And the life inside her is awe inspiring. She taught me that I could open my eyes and my heart to an older, special needs orphan.
That child is my Son. A little boy whose pictures came with those haunting vacant eyes that the older orphans all have. He has grown so much and love and joy flows from him freely now. My life has truly changed forever. People often tell me that my children are so lucky. I think I am the lucky one.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Posting Links...
I have tried every way in the world but I cannot get this blog to post a link to save my life....ggrrrrr!!!!!!! So you will have to paste the address below to see the newsletter that Peyton is on. :-(
Peyton made the CHI newletter front page!!!
http://campaign.constantcontact.com/render?v=001L55c0z5d5Wmelt26KlDWzPxgwmnNEXiBpW3NjJaxuWG6e5H-ZGfw9ahDQ_U7W4dGwNXYs4Q-zjG-HyBRVbJot-BtZTyqCZs8dR84AMxiAIJg2pIGsVZ8GIw414g3uXwp
Monday, June 8, 2009
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