life into likeness

never normal

I used to believe that there would come a day when our family dynamic would feel “normal” –  that we would mesh together in a way that was seamless – that the memory of the time Before would be blotted out by… Read More

why you may not see your adoptive family friends this Easter

Another holiday is upon us, and though this is the ONE day of the year our family values and celebrates more than others because of the sheer impact it makes on our Jesus-loving hearts, it’s still a holiday.  And we still struggle… Read More

this is what I know

It’s a joy to be able to share my heart at No Hands But Ours every month. This post is special to me.  I don’t pretend to know everything about parenting or adoption, or parenting through adoption.  But there are some things… Read More

Earrings in Heaven {World Rare Disease Day 2017}

“Mom.  One day, when I have good skin all over me, I can have earrings, right?” *gulp* Because, truth is, unless there is a radical gene-altering cure found, EB is a part of who she is, and will be a part of… Read More

two years

Yesterday was the anniversary of the day we arrived home with our newest daughter. I will never ever forget the emotion flooding through me as we de-planed and walked down the hall to the escalator.  I will never forget the light-headed feeling… Read More

j-day

Today marks the day when we saw Julianne for the first time face-to-face.  We had loved her from afar for nine long months, and finally, we saw her.  I will never forget the feelings from that day.  The way my fingertips felt… Read More

undone yet again

There are some nights when all I can do is sit outside your room and listen to the keening sounds of grief. The years of neglect show strong as you push away our attempts to console. I’m not even completely sure I… Read More

merry and bright

Last year?  Last year we skipped her preschool Christmas program because last year?  It would have been too much.  Just. Too. Much.  She would not have been able to process the amount of sensory input flooding her system.  She would have freaked… Read More

Dear Daughter,

You, dear daughter, are mine. *** You were born in my heart almost exactly nine months before I held you in my arms.  You are mine. Though I know your dark eyes and black hair look nothing like my green eyes and… Read More

Adoptive Mama Overthinking

Raise your hand if you tend to overthink things. Now, raise both hands, jump up and down, throw your head back and yell, “Yes, this is me!”, if you’re an adoptive mama and you tend to overthink things. Overthinking is a habit that can be… Read More