Faith Hope and Hell

The past couple of weeks,  I was busy like everyone else finishing shopping for Christmas and making sure we had enough food for when everyone was over visiting..Middle of the week last week, I looked down and noticed a small white feather in the middle of the floor.  I've always been one to see feathers. Some people see dimes or cardinals as symbols from God or our beautiful angels. But, me, I notice feathers. It's not new, I've noticed them for years. Some years I may see one and some like the past two I may see many. We don't own down pillows or blankets, I think the last down pillow we had in the house was seven years ago and Owen managed to get ahold of it. I'm pretty sure all those feathers have been swept up. If you've been keeping up with this story, our story of faith hope and hell then you know it's been quite a journey. She celebrated her 3rd Christmas with us this year. She said, the first year she was here she was on pain meds as she had her sho...

First snow day for Bama. Snow days are far and few between for us here living in central Alabama. Thankfully.  When I woke up to snow this morning, my first thought was ugh. I have so much to do and I really need to get to the gym and I know what happens to Birmingham when there are flurries. So , yeh, none of what I wanted to do today was going to happen. I even tried running outside because it wasn't icy and I was eager to try out my new running shoes. Slush and puddles, that is what was on the road and yuck. Memories of cold toes and wet shoes sent me right back in the house after my half mile. What's one more day of Christmas cookies sitting on my hips? haha. It's temporary.  So today was a day of being flexible and rearranging. I like schedules. I like everyone to be where they're supposed to be at that time. I'm probably strange because most people can adapt easier to a simple snow day. I knew when we woke up and saw the snow on the ground, one child would be ...

I was just thinking that today it has been two years since she moved into our home. Many adoptive families celebrate gotcha day because it is a happy day. The day they finally got the child they had prayed for. Our gotcha day is a little different. We had not prayed for a child to add to our family, but when we were asked we said yes, we'll take this child. I've mentioned before in previous posts that looking back on the 24 months that have gone by and all we've been through, it is almost overwhelming to think about. Our home is normal, very very normal. Our kids are loved deeply and unconditionally as that is how we were raised. You would think that it would have been a piece of cake for her to adjust to a normal home. A home where people don't hit or yell but one where issues are talked about and discussed and worked through. A home where there aren't secrets hiding, a home where people are who they say they are even when the door is closed.  A home that doesn...