The last days

I have looked at each of my last four babies with the assumption that they would be the last. Call it the gift of so much loss and ache; when you have found peace with accepting that your hopes and dreams and desires fall second to the plans of God, each and every chance to call another child your own is nothing short of a precious bit of extra ladled into your heart.

Simon was no different.

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Once upon a time, my favorite breakfast in the world was a can of warm Coke and a chilled Snickers bar. No, I’m not joking. For years (years) this was my go-to. From high school, all through college, and even into the first few months of my marriage, I broke my fast each day with what I rationalized was not much different than a cup of coffee and a danish … just different.

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To read

Five times now, I have held a child on my lap as his or her tongue wrapped itself around the letters their brain was processing into words. Five times now, I have been humbled to experience the absolute stunning transformation that brings my little ones from well, little, to getting big.

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The 5 Day Adoption {your chance to DO SOMETHING}

We’ve completed two adoptions, and both of them were drawn-out labors of love spanning years. Ask us if we regret a moment, and both Christopher and I would be shocked that you’d even asked. As a matter of fact, since being back in the States, both of us have expressed a burden for foster children that, were I a betting kind of girl, I’d wager will eventually wind its way back to a licensing office and a home study in a few year’s time.

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Bad news… they lied

One of the most-quoted lines in large family circles is this: “Large families really don’t really cost any more than average-sized families.” Which sounds really, really nice, especially when followed up with a list of ways that dollars (and food stuffs, and clothing) can be stretched to cover not just one child, but six.

There’s just one little problem: it’s not true.

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All together now

Five weeks until we meet the newest model, and physically, things are getting a little tougher for me. I’ve been blessed to avoid bed rest this time around, only enjoying a few days of mandated “on the couch” per doctor’s orders when I overdo it. It’s not taking much to get to that point right now; two days in a row of being out of the house and on my feet all day earlier this week left me sore, walking slow, having a few too many contractions, and nursing a sciatic nerve that wouldn’t let me sleep at night.

So, yeah … not doing that again.

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Calling all celebrities!

All of you celebrities reading this blog (and I’m sure there are a lot of you), I want you to know that I’m lifting up a prayer for you. And I’m encouraging others to do the same.
It’s not that I’m praying I’ll get to meet you or that you’ll send me free swag or invite me to spend the day on your big yacht or at your expensive mansion. (Although, I must confess there are some of you I wouldn’t mind meeting this side of Paradise for the sake of a good conversation.) Rather, I’m praying that you’ll start using your God-given talents for… well… God, and that people will know it.

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New homeschoolers, lend me your ear {Sonlight Blog Party}

This is the third installment in a year-long blog party designed to help Sonlight celebrate 25 years of serving homeschoolers. In January, I introduced our family. Last month, I shared how we first started on our journey as a home educating family. This month’s assignment is to focus on what great advice we’ve been given over the years, and what we like to share with new homeschoolers.

I had probably been homeschooling for 15 minutes when I got my first bit of advice. I don’t remember it, exactly, or much of what came over the course of the next few years as I tried my best to find the rhythm that fit my kids, my style, and my family. Here’s the thing about advice: it often says more about the person offering it than it does about you, or your needs. It’s a fearful thing, stepping up and telling another person the right way to do something … especially in regards to something as personal as educating your kids.

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