Friday, September 16, 2016

all the time

up at 4am and I can't sleep
listening to the clicks and beeps of hospital machines and praying for a miracle for sweet baby girl
because I know our God is a God who moves mountains
but I also know that sometimes He doesn't 
and I want to trust that no matter the outcome, His plans are greater than my plans, and His ways are higher than my ways
because two days ago I took a picture of her tiny hand in mine and marveled at the perfection of her little body
because God is good, all the time



Tuesday, September 6, 2016

"So, You Wanna Go Out?"

For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of knowing Michael and I too long, I thought I'd share a little bit of our story (who doesn't love a love story, right?!)

It started waaaaaaaay back in 1997, with two 8th graders and a question:
"so, you wanna go out?"
which was followed up by a decisive:
"okay"
and the deal was sealed with a high five (for which we would be ruthlessly teased for all the days of our lives)

6 months later was our first highschool dance (and our first kiss! I know you all wanted to know that)



Fast forward a few years to Senior Prom, and still going strong. You can't tell from this picture, but we were both members of the A/V club, so we were *pretty* popular and not at all huge nerds in highschool



Later that year we graduated together and headed off to OSU...


...and on our 5 year anniversary (spring of our freshman year), Michael proposed! Spoiler alert: I said yes



a year and a half later, we tied the knot



and two years after that we graduated from Ohio State, said goodbye to Ohio, and moved ourselves to North Carolina



Michael started working as and engineer, and after a year of grad school (me), several various jobs (me), and 4 months of teaching (also me...y'all, I was NOT cut out to be a highschool teacher!), we moved back to Ohio to be closer to family for when we had kids. Surprise! 9 months after moving back, sweet Maya Grace was born, and we would never sleep again. The end.



j/k, that's obviously not the end because we've had like a million more kids since then (though the not sleeping part is most definitely true)

so anyway, 2 years later, along came Charlotte Mae



and 2 years after that, Milo Frederick



then we thought, "hey, our family isn't already ridiculous with 3 kids under 4. We should totally adopt!" and so in 2013 (the kids were 1, 3, and 5 at this point) we officially went on the waiting list to adopt a child from Ethiopia



the story of that ongoing adventure is long and probably boring for anyone except us, so suffice it to say it was taking a lot longer than we expected, so 2 years into the adoption journey, we became licensed foster parents

we have said "hello!" and "goodbye" 9 times since then, and watched our three amazing children learn hard lessons about love and loss while trying to figure it out ourselves

this last year has been one of the most challenging of our marriage, with the demands of two medically needy and emotionally taxing toddlers that at times made us question how we had ever thought we could handle this. For my birthday a month ago, Michael gave me a card that said, "we'll get through this together"

and we have

and we will



so today we celebrate 13 years of marriage (and close to 20 years since that fateful day in middle school)

looking back, I cannot imagine having spent my life with anyone else. Looking forward, I know that the best is yet to come














Monday, August 29, 2016

Until We Meet Again



This afternoon we say our forever-goodbye to the two sweet toddlers that became an instant part of our family a little over a year ago. I am so happy for them, and their brothers, and their mama who has worked so hard. She's ready, they're ready, we're as ready as we can be.

Maya made each of them a coloring book.
Charlotte gave Baby Girl a stuffed animal with a note around its neck that said, "I hope you have a good time."
Milo gave them two Pokemon cards.
We will stand in the parking lot of the courthouse and give hugs and kisses and say "I love you"s. We will tell them that we are so excited that they get to go live with their mommy, even as our hearts break over what we once thought might be our forever-family.
We may or may not get to see them again.
I will continue to get reminder calls for appointments that I won't be taking them to.
I will wake up in the night imagining that I hear Little Man crying out for me.
I will find little reminders of them; a sock tucked inside a shirt sleeve, a hidden "just in case" stack of diapers, a sippy cup under the trampoline.
I will read "One Fish Two Fish" and remember that it was their favorite.
We will worry about how they are doing, and wonder if they think about us.

We've been counting down the days until they go home, but how do you explain to a three-year old what "forever" means? When he asks over and over how many sleeps until he sees his mommy, and then how many more until he sees you again.
We will pray for them and rest in the knowledge that God is not done writing their story.
We will take a break from this chaotic and beautiful foster life, and reconnect with the three amazing kids who have given up so much of our time and attention over the last year.
My heart already longs for the day we will take another sweet child into our home. Experience has taught me that, as much as I hate that foster care is needed, there can be beauty in the ashes.