My precious Jeremiah, Today was your 11th birthday. What a ride your 11 years have brought you on. 8 different families, 3 different group homes, friends made, friends lost. What a ride. You are so brave, my Jeremiah. You fight to the end, which is one of your biggest strengths, and one of your biggest barriers to happiness. My prayer for you, my sweet, sweet boy, is that your next 11 years will...
Dear Gabe, Happy 17. You are officially old. đŸ™‚ Today was tough. It wasn’t as smooth as we would have liked. It wasn’t as polished as last year’s events. You felt. You needed. We tried our best. We’ll keep trying. You were trying hard today. I could see it, and I want you to know. I. Saw. You. I saw you remember to take the trash out this morning without being asked. I saw...
Got a call from our adoption worker 3 1/2 this morning. She’s the one really handling the paper work stuff, but not the one that came to visit last week. She told me that Gabe’s adoption consent had been approved by the MCI (Michigan Children’s Institute). YAY! No consent for Jeremiah yet. Boo! He’s tribal though, so it has a few more hands to go through. So now we wait...
Wife, mother, chauffeur, referee, teacher, chef, caretaker, etc...All unto Christ.
