Lam-en-ta-tion. (noun) The passionate expression of grief or sorrow. Yep. We should be on a plane. Right now, at this very moment, we should be in row 16 middle and window seat. We bought the tickets, upgraded the seats for Darrin's extra long legs, rented the car, booked the hotel. I had a gift, a whole little package for her. A package of all the stuff you would take to the hospital when "it's time"-a robe, pjs, snacks-her favorite was Almond Joy. I was going to surprise her with it this ... View the Post
On Waiting.
"Hi guys, just wanted to let you know that the birthmom chose another family." It stung less when we were earlier in the process. Back when we thought we would be matched quickly and when adoption seemed more rainbow and less disappointments. After all, our profile book is ADORABLE. Smiling, laughing, Disney pictures, family pictures, vacation pictures, reading books, baking cookies-all things that should scream-We're Cool! We're fun-loving! We are great parents! For the love of Free Willy ... View the Post
An ICU Love Story
Love stories are funny things. They show up and unfold unannounced, on ordinary days, in the strangest places. In the Dunkin' Donuts line. At the airport. In the parking lot of a Def Leppard concert (oh yes loves, 'tis true). But the one I’m going to spill here, began in a sterile low light Neonatal ICU. Try and write a love song about that one, kids. She was blonde and so was he. She walked up to his isolette and thought he might be the smallest, but most adorable 1 pound baby she’d ever ... View the Post
72 Hours
I just came back from the mall. I was there to return newborn baby clothes. The lady at the Janie & Jack outlet commented, "Oh did they not fit?". Well, not exactly. Then she continued, even though my face and my eyes and everything about my countenance was pleading to just shut it and do the flippin' return, "But you were just here 2 days ago, isn't there something else you want to choose?" "Nope." was my reply. There was nothing in that adorable store that was going to fit the baby for ... View the Post
State of the Union
I have no good excuse whatsoever as to the length between my last post and this one. And now it's the end of the year. Instead of a thoughtful and eloquent post about reflecting on the season, taking time to enjoy, slowing down and being present...I'm taking it to the gutter. Ok, not exactly. But I've got my sassy pants on today, seems my sappy pants are in the pile of laundry that Tucker is (piece by piece) hurling out of the hamper so he can use it as a cage. For the 3rd time in the last hour. ... View the Post
Keep Calm. It’s just a Home Study.
"You'll need a completed home study." Scratch record. They're going to study this home? The one with baseboards that haven't seen a damp paper towel in oh, 7 years? The one with full strength, non-organic, whole gallon chocolate milk in the fridge. There's a dead plant on our back porch. Two on the front porch. In fact, flowers make the sign of the cross when I load them in my buggy at Lowes. There's still a Christmas candle in one of the windows. And after the social worker enters "crayon ... View the Post
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