Over one thousand days ago I sat down with a calculator, a piece of paper, a pencil and a bruised heart. We were in the middle of the toughest days we had known to date.  Our post-adoption journey was difficult, and though… Read More

how was your holiday?

“How was your holiday?!?” People keep asking me this question.  So, here is the answer:  It was… okay. There were good bits, there were great bits, there were funny bits. There were tears shed, books read, cookies eaten. There was crafting, and… Read More

Photography Friday (on a Saturday)

I’ve been really good about sticking to my resolution to back off of social media this summer.  This week has been refreshing.  I played with the kids more.  I read more.  I took more pictures.  I scrapbooked.  I DID more.  Because I… Read More

Rupture and Repair

Rupture and repair is how, in the adoption world, we describe relationships when they experience a breaking and need to be mended. In some cases, it’s the child who is trying to understand the boundaries that are set, and whether or not we… Read More

March 14th – 18th was Spring Break. Then a few days back to a more normal routine. Then a three-and-a-half day weekend. I’m not going to lie.  When I first saw that this long weekend was right on the heels of Spring… Read More

Last year, Chinese New Year (or Lunar New Year) fell on February 19th.  We arrived home on the 5th.  Needless to say, our minds were far from a celebratory mode; we were more in, “please let this child fall asleep in less… Read More

The past few years, it has been a *thing* amongst people I know to not have a resolution for the new year.  Rather, a WORD is carefully thought about and claimed as the word they want to be about in the upcoming… Read More

When what you think you want under the tree is a tranquilizer gun…

You don’t. I promise. I know this because I recently thought to myself, “maybe I should ask for a tranquilizer gun for Christmas…”  Not a BIG one.  Just a tiny little thing.  But enough to knock out maybe let’s say, someone in… Read More

It’s not my party {so I’ll cry}

I’m torn, y’all. Torn between the past I know my daughter has, and wanting to pretend that the past doesn’t exist in that way.  It’s a tough thing for a girl who loves history; I majored in it and taught it… it’s… Read More

Easter: 8 weeks home.

This year our Easter looks much more low-key than in years past.  Just like having an eight-week-old newborn baby might change things up, having our eight-week-old-four-year-old has changed things up a bit, but it’s good.  Really good.  She’s hearing that Jesus rose… Read More