Tag: post-adoption

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I’m a mess about 95% of the time. I get angry really easily. I truly and with a deep and abiding passion HATE the disease my daughter has to live with. I truly and with a deep and abiding passion HATE what her disease has done to our family life. I wish with every fiber …

Immanuel

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 I trusted that God was walking with us through the fires of trauma …

don’t forget where we have come from

Our summer is moving along, lickety-split, and if I’m being honest, it’s actually been pretty good. This time last year, I could have not anticipated how much better this year would be. Last summer we were living in the the freshly-home-cocoon.  This summer?  We have broken out of the cocoon, and it is just plain …

llama lovin’

We had several of the “Llama Llama” books before we had Julianne, but out of all of our four children, she is the one who has bonded with Little Llama the most.  She LOVES the llama.  Loves him.  Every time she has a chance to choose a book, you can be assured that at least …

so sweet, and SIX!

We don’t do parties every year for our munchkins.  We’ve decided that now we’re even with 2 girls and 2 boys, we’ll just alternate; every other year is a “boy party” year, and the alternating years will be “girl party” years. This year is all about the BOYS! And what a sweet start with this …

knit together {then & now}

It has been 365 days, little family of mine. One full year since we were all together for the first time. I was privileged to grow three beautiful babies who kicked at and stretched me from the inside before they were born.  The labor and the pain to bring them into the world… it was …

#memorylaneJanuary

If I could hashtag my thoughts right now, this is what it would be. We are quickly approaching the our One Year mark with Julianne, and I can’t help but reminisce a bit  a lot. I find myself thinking about what her last days in the orphanage were like.  Was she happy?  Did she know …

one word?

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 365 (or in the case of this year, 366) days. I’ve tried this. …

not the same

I feel like there are many people in the lives of adoptive families who want to try to downplay the differences our adopted children have from those who have grown up in a more stable, loving, safe, home environment.  The downplaying?  It’s not malicious; in fact I wholeheartedly believe that these friends want us to …

grieving

“I was mad at you when I was in China”, she tells me in a tear-choked voice using all of the English words she has picked up over the course of almost nine months.  They don’t quite manage to convey the same message as the emotion that shines in her eyes. Loss. Pain. Grief. In …