The Peanut is 2-1/2 years old today

Kyle is 2-1/2 years old today and we started the day off with big tears. His and mine. Normally the morning routine includes some playtime with daddy before Denton heads off to work and we sit down for breakfast. Today, Kyle slept in until 8:30, so Denton had already left for work. I’m not sure if that set him off, but he was in a mood. He wanted me, he didn’t want me, he wanted to go downstairs, he wanted to stay upstairs. Push. Pull.

Becoming a family

A year ago today, we received our Travel Call. That’s the adoption equivalent of a pregnant woman’s water breaking. It meant that our baby was ready to come home. Super organized me lost it and couldn’t think straight. Super cheap me actually paid a travel agent to make all the travel arrangements for Denton and me to travel to Korea. (Granted, he specializes in adoption airfare…)

18 Weeks

There is no guarantee for any of us that there will be a tomorrow. Life is fragile and is meant to be appreciated every day, even when it includes a loss.


June 9, 2001

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Get over it isn’t eactly what you want to hear when your mother dies. Neither does heading that your loved one looks good dead. Yet the awkward words from the lips of our friends and family often add up to extreme insensitivity and hurt feelings, when it’s the last thing they mean. In the quiet moments after goodbyes have been said, it’s often hard to avoid dwelling on the hackneyed nature of sympathetic wishes. While we’d liek to think of our well wishers in a positive, warm light, those of us who have grieved can’t help but wonder: “What were they thinking? Are they nuts?”

A 1985 Newspaper Essay, Popularized on the Internet, Comes Full Circle

I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes I tell myself that this is a special occasion.