Hey y’all! First and foremost, we are so very grateful for your support, love, partnership and interest in our adoption journey thus far! We have a new update, and we are so appreciative for your involvement in our story. As most of you know by now, we have had three matches since September, and
This is kind of a “weekend wrap-up”, I suppose. One day, when I have time to post more than once/week, I may start doing these more regularly. One day. Over the long weekend we went up the North Georgia mountains with another family to chase some waterfalls with easy hikes for toddlers. These are
Husbeast made an astute observation about our current situation the other week, and I cannot stop thinking about it. He said “it’s ok to say no, if for no other reason than the fact that we are so empty right now and have nothing to give.” Empty. Empty arms. Empty energy reserves.
We celebrated Easter, Tonks had puppies (woot woot!), and I’ve been adding pieces to The Barefoot Evergreen Collective. Here’s our life lately, in photos! . We dyed eggs with turmeric and blackberries this year, and Punkadoodle got the sweetest book about a unicorn who believes in
I missed the Confessions: Winter Edition, so this will be a hybrid post of those plus some heart/head space updates. True to form thus far (see: fall, summer confessions) , I have not been great about regular showers/baths for me or Punkadoodle this winter. Y’all. I brush my teeth religiously twice a day. I
Tiny fragments of thoughts and ideas and plans keep drifting in and out of my brain, like wisps of smoke- here one second and then gone. I’m processing slower, taking longer to respond, and feel like my head is in a fog. According to my therapist, I’m still in the shock phase of grief. And
My heart breaks tonight to share that my Papa Joe has passed away. I can’t gather my thoughts enough to pay him the tribute he deserves, but here is what I managed to eke out for the service, and read in a somewhat audible voice. How can you distill a man like Joe
Dearest Punkadoodle, Happy 3rd birthday, my darling girl! You are currently directing Papa how to make pancakes in the kitchen, and running back into the living room every few minutes to update me on what you and Papa are doing together. Torn between occupying both of our attention fully, you are in your element.
We did something we swore up and down we never would do as parents. We took a toddler to Disney World. And we don’t regret it for a moment. After our most recent match failure, we both felt like all we wanted was to see Punkadoodle, and, more specifically, see her smile. “How much
Alternate title was “Confessions: 30th Birthday Edition”. I’m 30 years old. Just typing it makes me feel all a sort of way. Not sure what way, exactly, because I don’t feel old but I definitely feel like I should feel older but I also still feel young but not quite as young as I