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Water, Oil, Fire
Her dress is finished. She has new white shoes. I have enough lace left over to make a headband or a bow for her hair.…
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She’s So Beautiful!
Yes, we hear that a lot. I am not ashamed to brag about it either, since we had nothing to do with her genetics.…
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Lost. And Found
The great irony of our journey to parenthood, to me, is the bottle brush that hangs by our sink. We use it almost daily to wash out the Babe’s bottles, but we didn’t buy it for her. We didn’t even …
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Cloud 9
“Oh, Anne–congratulations! You must just be on cloud nine. How exciting–it’s finally over.”
I’ve been getting that a lot lately.…
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Looking Back
A friend reminded me of when we first met the Babe.…
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Sunday Thoughts
Today I was thinking about clothes.…
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And Joy, Again
We are laying low today. Babe and I are enjoying a quiet recovery day while Taylor studies au cafe.…
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Joy
Most of you have seen the news on twitter or facebook already. That the Babe can stay with us.…
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Tuesday Three’s-Day
No, I won’t ever be ready. I think part of being an eternal being is that we are never ready to say goodbye. We weren’t meant to.…
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Today Is Monday, Again
The days just keep coming. One by one they tick away.…
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Still..
Eight days.…
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Let’s Get Cozy
I have another blogger crush. These are the crushes where I look through a blog and drool over every picture, every idea, every made-thing and want it to be my home, my life, my crafts, too.…
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Friday, Fresh Fish
Thursday, roast beef. …
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What I Have Learned
I have been “momma” for two months. I have been changing diapers and filling bottles and washing clothes and wiping boogers and kissing fingers and toes for a wonderful nine weeks.…
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We Will Keep Hope
Beautiful words from a dear friend…
“I look forward to the day when the 3 of you come to the ranch on a beautiful summer’s day filled with sunshine…
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It Takes A Village
On Saturday, I went through some pictures with the Babe’s foster mother. Many pictures that, surprisingly, I have never seen before. Moments we were not present for. Smiles we never saw, laughter we never heard.…
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That Moving Day?
We are still waiting.…
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Moving
Last weekend was good. It was great and very full. And here is another one looming, just down the road–how quickly time moves on..
Friday, after running a few errands, we headed out to see the Babe. It was a …
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A Home for Baby
In many ways, simply fostering an infant seems easier to me. If one takes the infant home, as a foster parent, one knows that the infant will only be with you for a time, that he won’t stay in your …
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Take on Hope
My mother always told me: “Praise the Lord! Even through gritted teeth.” And no one describes better than Tolkien the grim resolution to continue on the way…
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5 Months?
A veritable eternity in the life of a nine-month old. Or for the waiting, hopeful-parents of a nine-month old.…
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Waiting…
Two more hours and I will cycle home from work.
Two hours and 10 minutes and I will call the foster mother…
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Come
Peter called out: “Lord, if it is You, command me to come out to You on the water.”
And the Lord said: “Come.” …
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On Edge
She is 8 months old today. 34 weeks. 243 days.
I have seen her less than 30 times in her whole life.…
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To Tear
You can read “tear” two ways. One, those salty-secretions from your eyes–in joy or sorrow or laughter or allergies. Two, as in things-torn, the act of ripping…
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Enough
I am in limbo. Hovering, or perhaps falling, in an empty space I didn’t even know existed in the realm of “becoming mother.” …