Saturday, February 28, 2009
I NEED to think about other things. Things that are more concrete and more fun. So, over the next few months these are the days I will be counting down to:
March 5: My 35 birthday - yikes!
April 9: New Kids on the Block concert...and I can hardly wait to see my dreamy teen crushes again - "oh oh oh oh oh, just hangin' tough" - oh yah, you know what I'm talkin' about.
May 15: Chad and I will celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary - double yikes! Big plans for that, massage in the afternoon, dinner in the evening, hotel that night, and fancy brunch the next morning...
June 21: Manitoba Marathon. I have started training for the FULL marathon (26 miles). I have ran a few 1/2 marathons, but never the dreaded full - hopefully my knees cooperate. I told myself a long time ago that in my lifetime I would run a full marathon at least once. And this year IS the year. Can't think of a better distraction then that.
June 28: Sara turns 5-years-old - my baby girl starts kindergarten in the fall (not so baby anymore) - triple yikes!
That is as far as I am going, because after the last date we are past our 1 year waiting mark - I just can't go beyond that yet.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Who doesn't need a good laugh from time to time? This gave me a chuckle today. Not adoption related whatsoever; although, the “stuck/helpless” part could certainly be an analogy for how we all feel sometimes in this adoption process. Enjoy, I hope you at least smile.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I know, I know hind sight is twenty-twenty, don't dwell on the past, what is meant to be will be, blah blah blah....I already know all this, sometimes I just need to try to make sense of all this; it's the way my head works. But I also don't like to dwell on the "what ifs" in my life, because what do I really have to complain about? Is my life really that tragic? This is what I know about my life:
I have a beautiful daughter who fills my life with joy.
I have an amazing, loving, supportive husband.
I am healthy.
I have parents and family who would do anything for me.
I live in a free country, where I can say what I want, when I want.
I have a job. I have a job that I enjoy.
I have no debt (besides the usual - house, car).
I am thankful and so fortunate to have these blessings in my life - So it's taking a few extra years then we thought it would for us to have a family. Yes, it is MY story and MY reality. But is my story really something to write/talk/complain about? When we look back on our life, these years will simply look like a bump along the way - Right?
I need to believe that this too shall pass...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Here is what I had to do:
Go to your fourth folder of photos.
Post the fourth photo you find there.
No editing allowed.
This is Sara's cake I made last June for her 4th birthday. It's not perfect, but it was my first try.
I will tag Melissa, Dae, and Lorie (where'd you go?).
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
We use the word hope so freely in day-to-day conversations - "I hope it doesn't rain today." We sometimes use the word to be sarcastic - "I hope you aren't planning on wearing that tonight." We also use the word for things that will probably never happen - "I hope we win the lottery." And we, of course, use it for more significant events - "I hope our baby comes soon."
Hope is nothing more or nothing less then simply having a belief in something that has not happened. There is no guarantee, promise or assurance in hoping. Hope means that we are waiting on or wanting something, that something has not happened yet and there is a chance that it may not. The only guarantee in life is what happened yesterday, not what will happen tomorrow.
So why bother with hope.
Hope gets us out of bed each morning. Hope is sometimes the only thing keeping us going. Hope can never let us down. If you have hope, anything is possible.
Hope is sometimes all we have...
Monday, February 09, 2009
Numb...not a terrible place to be...I can't feel a thing.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Watch quickly, she is the one in the red snowsuit in the first 2 seconds of the commercial spot. This commercial is part of a campaign for a program through my work (that is how she was asked to take part) and will run over the next couple months in our provinice. If you notice, she is trying so hard to keep a smile on her face the whole time. They had to do a few takes because she called out to me during the shoot "Mommy, my bum is cold!"
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Thursday, September 2, 2004: The next morning, at about 6am, after our first night of sleep after eight days and our first time sleeping with our babe between us, we headed out to Chad's parents, who live about 1.5 hours out of town. When we arrived at there home, they were still sleeping. While Chad held Sara, I was banging banging banging on the door, until Chad's mom finally came to the door. As we walk inside she asked us repeatedly "Whose baby is this?", "Chad, whose baby is this?" and each time Chad replied "Ours mom, she is our baby."