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Wednesday, October 7, 2015. You know that feeling when you meet someone or find out someone you know has struggled with infertility. Then sometimes there is that person who thinks they can sympathize with you. I was so over t.
I miss writing here so much! But that is not what I am here today to say. The Adoption Blogger Interview Project- which got its start right here at this very blog. Has moved to Open Adoption Bloggers. It is still for any blogger who writes about adoption, not just open adoption. I am sad to see it go, but it made more sense to house it over there this year.
Hoping To Adopt Again! We are hoping to grow our family through domestic adoption! Letter to Expectant Parents. Sunday, June 23, 2013. Friday, December 28, 2012.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015. No, Mom, I can stop when I want to! This last weekend we joined Jake and Kim at Yuba lake. They had the Boat out, and the floating island out. Evie had so much fun in the water. She also got supper muddy. That is how you know you had fun. Somehow nothing came out of the cup, but she still tried. Then we have, Drunk Baby. Baby, you are Drunk, go home. Our little drunk was so tired, she feel asleep within 10 min of leaving.
Musings from the Mama of a transracial, transcultural family created through open adoption. Wednesday, July 3, 2013.
Friday, September 13, 2013. One of my favorite things in the morning. Wednesday, January 16, 2013. It will take me awhile to re-cap! So, we got to come home after two rounds. I have to say I almost had a panic attack thinking about it! But, ultim.
Words Written To The Most Wonderful Woman In The World. Monday, July 11, 2011. Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills. I have seen the lady Deidre bringing in the daffodils,. Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain. I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,. And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;. Thursday, April 14, 2011.
Jag kommer på mig själv med att tänka. Tänka på saker som jag inte trodde fanns. Jag tänker att jag inte vet om jag saknar dig, jag tänker att jag inte vet var jag vill ha dig. Mitt vilda sinne kanske bara spelade mig ett spratt när jag sa hej då till dig? Eller var det helt sant, var det mitt stilla sinne som tog ett rationellt beslut? Har jag ens tänkt på dig? The botten is nådd. För the botten is nådd. Hur långt kan man gå? Hur lågt kan man sjunka? Hur kasst kan man må? .