Happy 2nd Birthday Story!
Today my baby girl turns 2 years old!  I can’t even believe it and honestly it seems kinda weird.  I mean I’ve known her and visited her for the past two years but we are really just getting to know each other over this past month!  So, it seems silly to have a birthday since we just met.   This morning the boys and I sang “happy birthday” to her and she sang right along as if we weren’t singing to her, but yet someone else.  She has no idea it’s her birthday!  We plan on having a party for her in a few weeks, so then we’ll really celebrate her life!   Many of you ask how Story came into our l

Heartline: running for a cause!
There are a group of women that are embarking on a huge task and they are rocking it. There are some women (and men, although I’ll only refer to the women b/c that’s all i know!) that will be running the

playing outside.
My kids love to play in the driveway much more than they like to play in the back yard.  I think they like to ride their scooters and such so a couple of times a week I get a chair, a good book and maybe a diet coke and enjoy the sounds of my kids playing.   Last week I took some pictures of them playing:   Cayden insisted on wearing Deacon’s Buzz suit from when Deacon was 2!  Yeah, Cayden is almost 6!

I’m bringing Mac N Cheese to Thanksgiving. You?
Where did November go? I always feel so old when I say that, but seriously it seems as though just yesterday it was October and now Thanksgiving is a week away. Wow! Story turns TWO next Tuesday. I can’t believe that either. She’s the last of the November birthday’s in our family!

Amos lost a tooth.
During one of my pouting sessions while waiting on my kids to come home I happened to talk to my friend Lori.  She has been so great for me during this whole process.  She has 3 children that were adopted from Haiti and that is always such a comfort to talk to someone who has been there done that.   In one of our conversations she told me that when Story came home I would find myself thinking about Amos less.  She didn’t mean I would forget about my son, she meant I wouldn’t be crying over my salad at lunch, I wouldn’t cry ever time I saw a four year old little boy and I wouldn’t be sitting on the couch every night crying my eyes o