Closoffice

In an effort to carve out a little me-space in the house, Alex and I got rid of a ton …

One Year Home

This time last year I was THAT person on the plane.  The one with the screaming, out-of-control toddler.  The longest …

I like her!

I like my daughter. I’ve been working and praying for a year to be able to say that.  I like …

On Waiting

My long time friend Rachel gave me the privilege of guest blogging on her site, Every Day’s Best.  Topic: waiting. …

Love Is Action

My relationship with Evie is not always easy.  There are moments of beauty, kitchen-dancing, book-reading, nose-tickling, giggles over lunch and …

Praying for Wisdom

I’ve been trying to figure something out recently, trying to get a bead on God’s will about something adoption-related.  I …

Wrestling

I haven’t blogged lately because frankly, the stuff with which I’ve been wrestling is embarrassing to me.  The last few …

Ashes

It feels like for every one beautiful, gorgeous moment of family life with Evie, there are ten really painful, difficult …

New Shrieks

Today, Evie had a bath with no tears! She still won’t sit down, but she plays with a couple of …

Counting the Wins

Every night, Alex and I have talked through the “wins” for the day with Evie. We are seeing more and …

Our First Week with Evie

We’re back and I just put my daughter to bed. While in Addis, I blogged several times. I just didn’t publish anything. Couldn’t. Wasn’t sure if I could share. The first week with our daughter was filled with ups and downs, really high ups, and really low downs, and a blog post about one day or one moment just wouldn’t suffice. So. I’m uploading one long, LONG post with my journals from the whole week. I’m going to trust you to please read them all, because if you read only one out of context, you’ll miss the whole process. I’m going to be really real. Some of it’s not pretty. You need the whole thing to get the context, the journey, our whole messy, beautiful experience. It’s easy to watch a video with sweet pictures of hugs and smiles set to a compelling song. This post may not make anyone feel warm and fuzzy. The only fuzz I felt this week was on my legs because I didn’t have time to shave. Every adoptive family has a different experience. I can only comment on mine. My little girl. And the hardest week of her life. And mine.