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photo credit: SimplyAbbey Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:1 I don’t wait well. Admittedly, my first instinct is to cleverly shuffle off the blame for my propensity- on America or manhood or the ole standby, parents. But I don’t think I would have it in me to wait well if I were Indian, Jewish or Asian- with breasts or without. And let me welcome everyone to the summer of waiting. The one whereby, my dear blog readers, you must be gluttons for punishment. Cause you came back and there’s…

photo credit: zabaraorg Today is Eliot’s 5 year birthday.  Since we revised the birthday ritual for him, it’s actually 1,826 birthdays.  Gin and I are about to head to Eureka Springs.  To sit together in silence, to be without an agenda, to talk of our son as only parents can.  That is- after we go clean our house from where the construction crew blew white powder from the addition construction all over our existing home.  It seems the world did not get the memo that we needed this day. It had been perfectly timed in my head that we would…

photo credit: gordontarpley The roller-coaster emblazoned “adoption” hit both its highest and lowest points this week.  Friday, our dossier was officially accepted and our facilitator was informed to come to Kiev in order to obtain our travel date.  With this news came the reality that we were about two weeks from traveling to Ukraine to meet our daughter and bring her home. So our facilitator, Olga (perfect Ukraine name, huh) took a 12 hour train ride to the capital city to obtain our travel date, as they had informed her that they could not give the date over the phone. …

Hazel wore a summer dress. On a day that may have otherwise slipped by me. There we were- walking, side by my side. three steps to my one. head just past my knee. perusing various booths hocking flowers, vegetables and local honey. She, caught between years two and three, still learning how to string a sentence yet amply able to communicate. Me, about  halfway finished with this life, behaving as I have learned and having forgotten how to listen. When, sure as day- just as certainly as the gangly teen sang out Mumford- I saw her at my age. I…

Our 4th of July week in Northern Michigan was a dream, sans the flight back where Anders was a disaster and let everyone in earshot know what he thought of the plane- and yes, everyone was in earshot.  I went ahead and took a vacation from content creation, but Gin cranked it up- so feel free to see some fun family pics of our time is Petoskey over at the blog she left “our blog” for. The home addition seems to be getting close; although, admittedly, I never request a time frame from our beloved builder.  I am quite certain…