The other night we were playing at Aunt K's house. I was catching up on some of my favorite blogs when I heard my favorite sound of two kiddos giggling like crazy. I looked up to see this:
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Home Longer Day
Today marked one day longer that Isabella Faye had been home than she wasn't. We donned the day Home Longer Day and celebrated with a yummy lunch at our favorite local restaurant after church and a new movie for sweet girl.
It was a profoundly healing day for me. I have dealt with much bitterness since Isabella Faye came home. I have been so angry that we missed so much of her early life. I have been jealous of those whose adoption went more quickly and seemingly more easily. I have complained of her growing up so fast when I missed so much of her being little. There has never been a time when I have taken for granted that she is even home at all. With all the changes in Guatemala toward the end of the adoption, there were many times when we wondered. I know it is a miracle of our Heavenly Father that her adoption was completed. But, still, in my humanness-I long for those months we missed.
Yesterday at church as I worshiped, God brought to my mind this thought: I carried you through fifteen months of sorrow, to fifteen months of absolute joy!
In a terribly low time in the adoption my best friend, the famous Aunt K, who had survived an anguishing foster care adoption, told me: I've always thought the harder the fight, the deeper the love.
How right she was. I can't imagine loving this girl any more.
It was a profoundly healing day for me. I have dealt with much bitterness since Isabella Faye came home. I have been so angry that we missed so much of her early life. I have been jealous of those whose adoption went more quickly and seemingly more easily. I have complained of her growing up so fast when I missed so much of her being little. There has never been a time when I have taken for granted that she is even home at all. With all the changes in Guatemala toward the end of the adoption, there were many times when we wondered. I know it is a miracle of our Heavenly Father that her adoption was completed. But, still, in my humanness-I long for those months we missed.
Yesterday at church as I worshiped, God brought to my mind this thought: I carried you through fifteen months of sorrow, to fifteen months of absolute joy!
In a terribly low time in the adoption my best friend, the famous Aunt K, who had survived an anguishing foster care adoption, told me: I've always thought the harder the fight, the deeper the love.
How right she was. I can't imagine loving this girl any more.
He carried me from fifteen months of sorrow to a lifetime of absolute joy...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
A glimpse of the future
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Future Construction Foreman?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
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