Thanksgiving

Here we all are … another year older with just as many things for which to be thankful.

1. My family.  God knows we’ve been through the worst of times this year.  (well, almost)  But still we find enough love to cover each other (mostly me) in my bawl bag moments. As hard as it’s been, I never doubted we could move through this.  Not once.  My mom, my brother, my niece & nephews mean more to me than ever before.  I am so lucky and thankful to have you ALL.

2. My new family.  What an insane year it has been!  Almost exactly 1 year ago, I announced to you all that I was automatically a member of your family because my blood matched yours.  Thanks for proving that you’d love me and keep me even before you knew our DNA would match like 8 million percent.  I have an amazing dad (+partner) – the kind that doesn’t leave.  I have 2 fantastic sisters and 2 new little ones to spoil.  I have grandparents and aunts that seem not to have missed an ounce of my life since.  My life is blessed and, honestly, fuller because you love m.e

3. Glory Ella.  Still just magic.  Times 8 million.

4. Cristy.  My best friend and the most amazing mother I know.  She’s put up with all kinds of changes for me this last year and I couldn’t be more thankful for her patience and love.

5. Staying home.  I hadn’t planned on being a stay at home mom but it’s been a total blessing.  This “thanks” goes to Cristy as well since she’s now holding the pressure of a single income household.  And really I should just add that, in this economy, we are all very thankful for Cristy’s job.

6. The village that loves Glory.  She’s not famous or anything but everywhere we go, people love her and make her feel special.  If she could be thankful outloud, she would.  Really tho, you know who you are.  Thank you for being so present in her life.

7. My friends.  I have the very best friends a girl could ask for and I feel thankful every day.  After a year of discovering what friends really are, it matters more to me than ever before.  I love you – each and every one.  From my besties to my fb “friends” – everyone has a place in my cup.

8. My Kuerig.  Wow!  What a life changer!  I can have 2 cups of coffee in the morning.  Start big with a french roast and finish with a nice house blend.  Amazing.

9 My house.  Even as we contimplate selling you, we adore you.  We walk around and think, “I don’t want to move” over & over again.  You are the oldest, living thing I know (115 years) and still beautiful from attic to dungeon.

10. Old relationships made new.  Forgiveness.  Knowing there’s always a 2nd chance if it really matters.  I am thankful for Cheryl and Gracie – all the old and all the new to come.  And thankful we can even step in to the middle sometimes without falling.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends.  Blessings to you & yours.

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Adoption Day

So, November is National Adoption Month and I was asked to share our adoption story on my blog today.  The hope is to bring attention to the children in the world that need a home and to the blessing of the ability to adopt.

Adopting never really occured to me.  Well, that’s a lie.  I guess, when I was growing up, I used to tell my grandma and mom that I wouldn’t give birth but would just adopt all my babies. I suppose I wanted to grow up and be Brad Pitt.  But when I was old enough to really think of having children, adoption was never on the table.

The first time we ever talked about it was after our first failed IVF.  I had 17 unsuccessful IUI’s behind that and I think Cristy was ready to throw it in the mix of ideas.  Just as she thought, I threw it right out.

For a few different reasons, having a biological child meant something more to me.  I not only wanted to feel it but I also wanted a full, legal status as a parent.  Adopting felt uncertain to me.  The legal document still felt like … paper.

But after our 2nd failed IVF, I jumped ship.  I was told by my doctors that no doctor would ever try that on my body again – that I could go back to doing insems but that certainly hadn’t worked so well in the past.  It was enough of a “no” to shift my thinking and once that happened, my whole world opened up.  Just by being open to it, I knew – no matter what – I was about to be a mother.

We met with a couple of agencies throughout the process and were told that the average wait was about 9 months.  Ironic, right?  But it spoke true.  From our 1st meeting with one agency, 2 babies missed, and our last agency that brought my baby to me, it was almost exactly 9 months.

Meeting Glory was one of the best moments of my life.  No different, no more, no less of a miracle than meeting Gracie.  She came through the door, straight from her birthmoms belly.  One set of hands held her before me – just like before.  It was more than enough proof that I couldn’t love her any more than if I had known her the 9 months prior.  Because really, she had lived in my heart for many, many years.

The gift of Glory, from her birthmother, is the greatest gift I can imagine.  Adoption has filled me in every way I had dreamed.  After all the years of “trying” for her, all it took was She is ours and we are hers.

866

I didn’t count them all.  This is how it happened.

866 days ago, I was waiting in a hospital, watching CNN.  Breaking news said that “just minutes ago, Micheal Jackson was found dead in his LA home”.  Of course I was on pins & needles, waiting to hear the story.  But then some nosy nurse popped in and said, “she’s coming now.  Let’s go meet your daughter”.

So there you have it.  My sweet Glory was born just moments after the King of Pop died and since his murder trial ended today (with a conviction), I heard again & again how old my daughter is long ago he died.  I’m all about celebrating.  I bake a cake every ten days or so.  We’re even known to blow out candles.  But really, this was beyond my idea.  It’s on the news.  It’s on the people.com homepage.  It’s on facebook!

Remember this mouse?  It was her exact size when she was born.  Now she’s just a little girl with her mouse.  She’s also a million other beautiful things…

Happy 866, baby girl!  I love you more & more each day.  And can’t wait for cake.