On Being Thankful

I debated posting something Thanksgiving-ish. Life has seemed a little bleak over the past little while:

• About 2 weeks ago, Ben's wedding ring was lost/stolen. It's good and gone, we're quite sure.
• About 1 week ago the charger to our (really great) baby monitor went missing, ah hem...was misplaced. I'm not blaming anyone, (you know who you are - little people). Now, this may not seem like a big deal but it was a really nice one and a gift from special friends when Noah was born. (I also loath buying anything not really needed, but with another one on the way sometime in the not-so-distant future, it was necessary. We went cheap.)
  
• In less than 2 days a friend whom I have come to love, to confide in, and whose friendship I have found much depth in, will be gone. This kind of friendship isn't one I seek out often, or take lightly. The boys will also be saying good-bye to their very good childhood friends.
  

And while some of this may seem trivial, superficial, and materialistic to many, it is my life. After a not-so-stellar long weekend, (though it was filled with some great moments with friends!) a couple of thought-filled morning runs, one very thoughtful and thought-provoking message from a friend (thank you, CM), I have come almost full circle and tried to give myself a kick in the butt...fill the glass until it is half full..instead of draining it until it is half empty...and have realized that I am truly blessed.

Yesterday, I was thinking this "thankful" thing over while working my way through five loads of laundry.

Urgh. I hate doing that much laundry. I try to keep it to three loads a week, sometimes four...done all in one day so it doesn't bog me down. Then I got to thinking: we have enough clothes that I can do five loads of laundry, and there is still enough upstairs to dress for several more days. Glass half full.

I've been pretty down about our friends moving on Friday. The lump-in-your-throat kind of down. I'm not sure if I get more upset about the thought of me not having that incredible friendship just around the corner, or the thought that the boys are losing their two favourite partners in crime. Then I got to thinking; How blessed have we been to have this family in our lives. How changed am I for having experienced this friendship for the past year and a half. How much better am I, for having known these people?! Glass half full.

Then, as I listened to the screams of our children - not necessarily the happy, joyful screams but more the (ah hem) "brotherly love" screams - in the background while doing those five loads of laundry, I got to thinking: At least they love each other enough to fight. At least they are healthy enough, agile enough, strong enough, and resilient enough to fight. And how blessed are we to have been able to have two children? We know all too well that there are hundreds of loving couples in the world pouring thousands of dollars into the hope and idea of having just one child. There is a dress hanging in the bedroom window constantly reminding me of our third child...either near birth or just born. We will be parents again. We will have the privilege and responsibility of raising another human being. Glass half full.

So here I sit. Seeking the blessings and the silver lining that we sometimes miss in the disappointments and short comings of our lives. I am reminded that we're going to be let down. Life is not fair. Yet, I am also reminded that everything I have and everything that I am is a product of ups and downs in life. It is the stormy days that grow our souls, that bring out our "true colours", that teach us. There are clear skies after storms.

I will wait this one out. Be thankful for what it is teaching me, for what He is teaching me...for how I am growing. I hope the moments of despair, the days of elation, and the hours in between mold me into a better human being.

And through these times, trials, I will look forward to a Clear Sky.

I will be Thankful.



(Noah and Tait are also thankful for the "little things".)

Adoption 101

Throughout our adoption journey we have spoken with many many people and have answered many many many questions! (Inappropriate) Adoptive terminology that I wouldn't necessarily have thought about in the past is now a pet peeve of mine. I am often engaged in a conversation with a friend or acquaintance about our experience and questions come up that are worded so inappropriately. I realize this is just something that I have learned and that there is no reason others should have a grasp of many of the concepts but let's consider this Adoption 101. (Some of these will be serious, others may make you chuckle!) They haven't all specifically been asked to us, but they float around out there, I assure you...

1 - Will our Ethiopian daughter be: real natural biological ?

• None of the above, she'll actually be a figment of our imagination.
  
• (Seriously: She will be our real daughter. Noah and Tait are our biological children. She will also be our adopted child...just as Noah and Tait are our biological children...but, why is adoption not natural? Adoption is legally binding so just as our biological children cannot be returned, neither will our Ethiopian child. So please, when you are referring to any of our children, you can consider them all natural & very real.)
  

2 - Will she be your daughter?

• No, we figured we would get her from the Rent-A-Kid Centre in town.

3 - How much did she cost?

• Well, we've had to sell Ben's legs...he should get his prosthesis sometime next month. They wanted mine too, until they realized my height problem.
  
• (Seriously: she is not costing anything. We are not paying a cent for her - though her life is priceless - it's the legal fees that accrue quite nicely.)

4 - Where are you getting her from?

• Aisle 3 at Toys'R'Us. They're having a great sale right now. Geesh!
  
• (Seriously: She was born in Ethiopia.)

5 - Where will she sleep if you only have 3 rooms?

• Heck, the basement's big.
  

6 - Can you pick the one you want?

• Yes, I actually grabbed the Toys'R'Us catalogue last week so I knew which one to pick up when I head down aisle 3.
• (Seriously: There is a very structured "matching" system at the orphanage...hence our 3 month homestudy. Families are matched with children by age, personality, health concerns, family history.)

7 - Where are her parents?

• Uh, Oprah hasn't revealed who the mailman is yet. Maybe Maury can help investigate.
• (Seriously: We may or may not have the privilege of meeting one or both of her birth parents when we go to Ethiopia.)

8 - Will she have anything contagious that she could give to my kids?

• Yes, I would suspect she will have Intelligence, Inner Beauty, Incredible Heritage.
  
• (Seriously: We don't know what her health status will be. We are praying for a child who is as healthy as possible. Just as we had no idea what the health status of our biological children would be, prior to their births.)

9 - How long does it take to get one?

• We opted to use DHL, so we're hoping they follow through and ship her Express Int'l. Our other option was "Eeni, Meeni, Mieni, Mo" at a sketchy hotel in a city who's name we couldn't pronounce, but we figured DHL is pretty reputable.
  
• (Seriously: Our dossier has been in the orphanage now for a couple of weeks. Wait time for a match is usually 6 months and then once we accept our match we will wait another 3-6 months for court dates, visas, etc.)
  

Sweet Pea Skirts Are Here!

Anyone who knows me, knows I love to be busy. Not the stressful busy, not the never-ending list of chores busy (though most days I have one of those), not the busy but never doing anything busy. I love the multi-tasking, the feeling useful and the productive busy.

This desire to be a good kind of busy has enabled me to turn my latest "daydream" into reality. I have created a kind of mini-business (as I like to call it).

Sweet Pea Styles is a little project that allows me to create, sew, and share.

If you have a little girl, or know of someone who does, these are each unique and individually hand- sewn skirts, by yours truly. And, because I am a young Mum who knows the value of a dollar - they are also inexpensive! Sold locally, I would like to network personally also!

My goal is basic: Sweet & Simple.

Please check them out: www.sweetpeastyles.blogspot.com

And spread the word...new designs and prints are added weekly!!

Kiddo, You Made Me Proud: Part II

What started out to be a post about Noah the other day, turned into a tangent (albeit an important one, I think). It all started out with a brief description of our Sunday Morning Celebration Service. This is where I intended the entry to head:

...Upon arrival at church, either Ben or I always take the boys downstairs to their Sunday School class. Up until about 3 months ago (Noah's 3rd birthday), they were both in the infant/toddler class. During our service upstairs, the boys would play mostly...sometimes a story would be read, or they would colour or play with playdough. However, June 17th (Noah's 3rd birthday) marked a very important milestone for our little guy. He was a Big Boy. This meant he could now attend the Big Boy Class at church (3-5yrs).

Two weeks ago, our Children's Ministry structure changed and now the 0-4yr old children are back together. There is a little more structure: a story and deliberate colouring time for the older ones. Many of Noah's little friends returned to the younger class. Noah agreed the first week. This past week though, he really wanted to be back in the Big Boy Class. Now, understand that all but 1 of his friends are back with the younger children. Even those kids who will be 4 in only a couple of weeks are back with the younger kids.

Noah was firm about being in a class with the big kids. He didn't care who was there. He didn't care that not only would he be the youngest but by far the smallest, too. Nope. All that mattered was that he got to be with the kids who rotate through stations: story, craft, snack, game...

...So, after trying to convince him that the younger class was probably a better idea (and failing), after talking with our Children's Ministry Leader (who strongly encouraged him to go join the younger class), we walked hand-in-hand over to the name tag table, wrote his name on a little seahorse name tag and lined him up (alone) under the sign labeled, 4-5yr olds: Seahorses.

I let go of his hand, bent down, and asked him again if he wanted to go with Tait and all of his other friends, to which he confirmed "no Mama, I a big kid now". Then he opened his arms, gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek and I left him standing there under his Seahorse sign, waiting for his Big Boy class to begin. I turned back and looked at this tiny blonde haired boy, standing under a colourful Seahorse, surrounded by kids aged 4 to 10 years old. He didn't look nervous. He didn't start to tear up. He just waited patiently for his Big Boy Class to begin.

Fast forward an hour:

After our service, I headed downstairs to get the boys. I half expected to find them both in the younger class but there was Noah, standing there at the bottom of the stairs, craft in hand, grin on his face. He was so proud of himself...and I of him! "We read a story about God today, Mama. And look I sprayed my own, too". (He presented me with his spray painted craft.)

Interestingly, I know that our Children's Ministry workers really try to keep the kids segregated in their own age groups. It makes it a little easier to ensure the older kids are engaged and taking in the lesson being taught. It ensures the lessons are age-appropriate. However, I'm not sure I think we can categorize our kids based solely on their age. I think generalizing that one 3 year old is just like the rest is naive, to be honest. This happens in our schools systems all the time too, and I sometimes wonder which kids would excel given the opportunity.

I thought about this quite a bit throughout the morning and the rest of the day. I was very proud of Noah for wanting to learn, wanting to be a big kid, wanting to do something that was likely intimidating.

Is it wrong that I didn't "make" him go to the younger class; That I "broke the rules" so-to-speak, by allowing a little one almost a year younger than his peers, stay? I felt a little guilty that maybe he would be little more immature than his cohort (though this has not been the case in the past); That I was maybe abusing the system a little bit by asking for my son to be the exception.

And then I thought about it some more. He came home that day talking about what he learned. Not "we played with tools" or "we did drawings" but rather, "We read a story about God".

He'll be with the big kids this week.

The Actual Number

I love this ABBA article by Jason on how many orphans there are globally, the fact that this number is substantially lower than last year, and how we can use this new knowledge to noticeably help make a difference.

Kiddo, You Made Me Proud: Part I

Every Sunday morning we get up and get ready to go to our Celebration Service. Yes, that's what we call our Sunday church service. A Celebration Service. It's not another boring service with an old crochety minister reading verbatim out of his King James version of the bible.

Nope, we have a mid-thirties rather goofy kind of guy who includes relevant video clips in his messages, pulls names out of our offering bag for a Neil Diamond concert and who, next week, when our Sunday Celebration Service is at a dairy farm, will judge a pie eating contest. (...or maybe he'll be a contestant?). So truly, this Sunday service is in every way, a Celebration. It's not all fun and games, our services get down to the heart of the matter. (Sorry to be so cliche but it's the truth.) Yesterday, we were touched by a video about the love of a father. And, as we watched this clip (I know there wasn't a dry eye in the house), I found it hard to believe that our Father in Heaven loves us more than this father loves his son.

For those of you who don't know the story of Dick & Rick Hoyt, they are a father-son team. Their relationship is anything but ordinary and together, they have accomplished the extraordinary. Born with no ability to walk, talk, or communicate (or so most Doctors thought) Rick's parents were told to simply institutionalize their son. That he would never enjoy quality of life. Dick couldn't imagine simply disregarding his son, pretending he never "happened". He knew his son was "in there". There was a beating heart, a soul, a passion for life. Somewhere in the darkness of Rick's eyes, Dick saw hope.

There was a spark. And, like an old, damp match, he kept striking and striking until the flame was lit and the fire burned strong. And now we see - together, they have conquered the unimaginable. Marathons, Triathalons, a University Degree...many of these feats not Dick's ideas but rather his son's. Can you imagine what would have happened if Dick had never given his son this chance at life? If he had simply and apathetically, (though I'm sure it would have been painful) signed his son over to an institution. How much easier would it have been to let him sit there between four white walls, watching cartoons day after day...

And On The Menu Today...

...Heart Peanut Butter Sandwiches.


Because heart sandwiches just taste better.

She's Running...I'm Using Cloth

We all have unique methods to our madness and the old cliche saying "It's Our Childrens' Future" rings louder with each smog filled day...

...well, maybe not here in rural Crofton with a booming population of 2,500, zero traffic lights and only a couple of local "essentials" stores. Yet, most of the world is emanating this "oh crap what is that smell and why does my child have asthma already?" sentiment and fear.

While Steph and Matt are running around North America to raise environmental awareness (that's the condensed version) I will do what I can here in my humble abode. After all, each little action adds up and more importantly - the example I set for my children will impact them more than my words ever will. I admit to trying, truly I do.

• I turn off lights when not in a room.
• I don't leave water running unnecessarily.
  
• I recycle...well, not as much as I should but I'm working on it.
  
• I walk and don't drive, when at all possible.
• I do not buy pre-packaged.
  
• I don't use my dryer unless it's absolutely necessary.

I have done what I believe to be a good enough job. But my Dad has always taught me that "good enough" simply isn't "good enough".

My Action for you, Steph and Matt;

My effort to teach my children;

My desire to make the earth a greener and cleaner place to live;

My need to be a better person by caring about the earth's problems;

For those reasons, I present to you my newest endeavor and serious goal. A casual attempt made in the past. Now taken to a whole new level...

Cloth Diapers

• Bought on Consignment...
• Never bleached...
  
• Never tumble dried...
  
• Never (to be) thrown into a landfill...

Hung To Dry On The Line, Thanks To A Beautiful October Day

And Don't They Make Little Bums Look So Cute

Things I Am Loving Lately

I haven't blogged in a while...a week to be exact. So, to my few faithful readers I apologize. Not having anything new to report adoption-wise, and being busier than a one-armed bandit are my reasons.

So, I thought I would post some of things I have been Loving Lately...in no particular order, here we go:

Brotherly Hugs

Walking Hand-In-Hand On A Cool Fall Afternoon

Mud Puddle Splashing...In New Boots, May-I-Add

Sipping Tea (After Blowing To Cool It Off) On A Beautiful & Crisp Fall Morning

Sweet & Simple Skirts...Made By Yours Truly For A Friend

Hope Materialised

Most people know I am not into Materialism. In fact, I think it is a horrible evil manifestion, present in the form of houses, cars, clothes, hair colours, the way we dress our children, their bottles, soothers, and even the brand of diapers we buy. If you need more proof than my words, I urge you to check out the week the US has had.

I also believe in Hope. If I didn't, well...we wouldn't be here.

My hope swelled the other day with the news of our Dossier arriving at the orphanage in Addis Ababa. So I now feel I can share with you, how I hold onto hope these days...

...a handmade quilt from a very dear friend.

...a dress I made from a pattern given to me by my mother-in-law.

...the sweetest pair of pink, frilly socks from my Mum.

When the package containing them arrived in the mail, we took it to the CQ office to open. We pulled out the socks and Noah walked around the office proudly informing everyone that these socks were for his baby seester who is coming soon.

Help End World Hunger, Personally

End World Hunger is an incredible organization, committed to ending the starvation of millions of people around our world. If you want to help in just the smallest way (and it's free to you!) I would encourage you to click on the new gadget, "Free Rice" I've added to the side of our blog. I think I donated over 3000 grains this morning. You can play for a minute or an hour and each time you respond correctly, 20 grains of rice are automatically donated.

I love philanthropy.

Our Dossier Is In Ethiopia!!!

As of Tuesday morning at 6:54am local time, our Dossier arrived in Addis Ababa! (That's Monday at 8:54pm here!!!)

Date	Time	Status	City
9/23/2008	9:01	Shipment Delivered	ADDIS ABABA, ET
		SignedBy:ELIAS
9/23/2008	7:48	With Courier	ADDIS ABABA, ET
9/23/2008	6:54	Arrived at DHL facility	ADDIS ABABA, ET
9/23/2008	6:53	Arrived at DHL Facility	ADDIS ABABA, ET
9/22/2008	11:12	Depart Facility	FRANKFURT, DE
9/21/2008	22:18	Arrived at DHL Facility	FRANKFURT, DE
9/21/2008	16:24	Depart Facility	LEIPZIG, DE
9/21/2008	13:26	Arrived at DHL Facility	LEIPZIG, DE
9/20/2008	13:30	Depart Facility	NEW YORK NY USA
9/20/2008	5:47	Arrived at DHL Facility	NEW YORK NY USA
9/20/2008	4:31	Depart Facility	WILMINGTON HUB OH USA
9/19/2008	20:43	Check In	TORONTO, CA
9/19/2008	18:54	Facility Scan	WATERLOO
9/19/2008	13:26	Picked Up by DHL	KITCHENER, CA

13 Pounds

So, Ben just located our Dossier and it is currently (as of 11:27am Sunday) in Germany!!! And, it weighs 13lbs. That is just incredible to me.

WoooHooo...maybe it'll be in Ethiopia tomorrow!?

How Do We Love The Poor?

I'm really thankful for this article about Loving The Poor, blogged by Jason our friend who works for the ABBA Fund down in the States.

Our Dossier Is On It's Way To Ethiopia!!!!!!!!

Good Morning Ashleigh and Ben!

I have some wonderful news for you. I have received your file back from Ottawa and it is ready to go to Ethiopia!!!!! We will be sending it via DHL and the tracking number is ******** if you wish to track it on the DHL website (www.dhl.ca) I would give it a couple days to show up on the website.

Over the next several months while you are awaiting a match, we will continue to send you updates and please feel free to contact me if you have any questions during the waiting period. Once a match is made we are notified right away and we receive a medical report, social history report and photos of your child. We review the information to ensure it matches against your provincial letter of approval. Then I will send your referral to your homestudy worker who will present the referral to you. And please make sure you call me or email once you receive the referral, I always love to hear from you! You will meet with your homestudy worker and sign a formal consent form. I am then able to inform Ethiopia of your acceptance and they will then open an immigration file for you and schedule a court date.

So that is a short update of what to expect in the coming months. And please feel free to contact me at any time, even if you just need to chat about the process!

Have a wonderful day,

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Africa Adoption Case Worker

Imagine Adoption

your dreams of family coming true

H20...A Journey Of Faith

We started a new series in our Life Group last night called H20. These next 10 weeks will be a journey... a more in-depth glimpse into faith & the life of Jesus. Aimed at non-believers, those of us who already know the Savior will undoubtedly learn more.

Last night we talked about Thirst. And, CS Lewis (in his book Mere Christianity) simply and accurately described once again the proof that Jesus is all and everything we need. I know I don't usually get "religious" or over the top when it comes to my faith and Christianity on this blog, but if you're not a believer - because you've been turned away or because you simply don't think you have the time or "religion" is just not your thing - I would encourage you to continue with me for just a few seconds. (I plan to post about this in the weeks to follow too.)

Last night ourgroup discussed the fact that there is no need we have or are born with that cannot be filled. If we are hungry, we find food. If we are sad, we cry. When we are tired, we lay our heads down and sleep. However we all need something more.

We long for meaning in life...

• why am I here?
  
• what is my purpose on earth?
  
• what is this all for?

And the answers...

• will love fill me?
  
• will money take care of all my worries and needs?
  
• will tangible things like a bigger house, a newer car, the most in-style clothes
  

...can they possibly fill this void.

What if there is nothing in this world that will fill the emptiness? We need to seek something higher, something more spiritual, something that is "out of this world". CS Lewis concludes that his God (that's my God too) is the only One who will fill this void; this eternal meaning for our life. It is here resting in the arms of Jesus, where we will find peace and understanding that will transcend all other meaning.

I am resting easy in this.

I am comforted in knowing that finding purpose is not in vain, that disappointments will inevitably happen; that I will never have the nicest house, or perfect life (although I feel pretty close!). I have been put on this earth for a reason and everyday I seek His desire for my life...because when I thirst, He is there.

CIC...Don't Be Afraid

For some reason, filing with Canada Immigration & Customs freaks me out. Kind of that "being pulled over for speeding" in-the-pit-of-my stomach feeling. (For me, that would be right up there with the "speaking in front of a huge audience...I want to throw up", feeling. And by large audience I would mean 20 or more people...don't laugh, I'm serious.) Urg I hate that. I'm not sure why. The form while not intimidating, had that "fill me out perfectly or else" feel to it.

But, it's done. Our fees have been paid and the application is somewhere between here and Sydney, Nova Scotia. I know what you're thinking: Nova Scotia?...seriously? Why not Toronto or Ottawa? That's where all of this really official stuff seems to take place.

Anyhow, now (drum roll please...) we wait some more.

A Fabulous Find

Ben found this at a yard sale the other day and we went back just as they were closing, to scoop it up for a toonie. (It sells for just under $30 new!)





What better way to have fun with the kids, than the old fashioned way?!..and there are some cool recipes out there, too.

Warmland Kick-Off

We had a great time at our church's annual Fall Kick-Off yesterday. This is the second year (well hey, we're not even 2yrs old yet) and it proved to be even better than last year. A BBQ, bouncy castles, a dunk tank, cotton candy, great friends and this year it was beautiful and sunny!

We can't decide if Noah and Anna Kate will get married...or if it will be Tait and Anna Kate. If it's Noah, then she'll definitely be wearing the pants in the relationship. If it's Tait...well, there'll be a lot of screaming.


Straight up juice made it an extra special day!


Ben and I also both connected with a guy from our church who used our agency to adopt his beautiful little girl. What an incredible story about God's perfect timing.

Breakfast Conversation

I love the innocence of a child's thoughts.

While sitting at the table eating breakfast this morning, Tait was cutting up (as is commonplace).

Me: Tait, you are a funny little boy.

Noah: Why, Mama?

Me: Because God made him that way. Just like He made you so cute.

Noah: No, Mama. He made me little.

Show Hope: You Can Change An Orphan's World

143 million orphans in the world may seem overwhelming, but if only 7% [yep, only seven] of the 2 billion Christians would care for orphans in their distress, there would effectively be no more orphans. We can each do something.

$50 can purchase a crib

$600 sponsors an orphan's surgery

[I can't think of a better way to spend money.]

Learn more about how to Raise Hope.

By-The-Way: November is Adoption Awareness Month.

-Courtesy of SCC's Shaohannah's Hope Today (italics mine)
Vol 3. No 2

"Down By The Bay..."

...if I listen to Raffi again within the next week it will be too soon. If I never hear him sing again (which I know I will...and this is not a personal slam as I hear he is a very soft spoken, kind man, but if I never hear him sing again,) it may possibly be too soon. "Wilabee Walabee Woo" and "Brush Your Teeth" are forever ingrained in my head, along with "The More We Get Together" and "On A Hot Hot Day In July" (which Noah will randomly spurt out).

We had an awesome time down in the States last week at Birch Bay. However, the trip - from our place to the ferry, across the great Pacific, through the construction-filled lower mainland to Burnaby (to pick up a key), across the border (yay for kind border patrol officers...an aberration!) and - down to Birch Bay allowed for many hours of sing-along with Raffi. Aside from that...

We had a week of adventures...not to mention some fabulous shopping deals. I believe I may have the world's kindest, most thoughtful and caring husband (that was a rhetorical comment, by-the-way). He kept the boys occupied for more hours than I can count, between shopping malls, outlets, and department stores...oh, not to mention my couple long morning runs. (I couldn't miss the opportunity to run on flat ground!!)

The C-Shop is an old sweet shop to many and to most. To those who don't know the store, they wouldn't think it anything but an old yellow building with lots of highly priced salt water taffy, (because tourists will pay good money for their sugar,) and with a run-of-the-mill staff. To me, it's not that at all. I've not even been able to go inside 3 out of our past 4 years down at the Bay. It closes with the summer. Labour Day is it's last day of business until the following season and we usually arrive the following day. However, every year we walk the short 1/2km down the road to visit and take a look. To me it represents a childhood memory. It reminds me of my Mama and Papa, and of my Dad. And, in a world where I don't think kids are always given a chance to be kids, to laugh, ride their bikes carefree, to run and play with non-jugmental friends, this is a priceless thing.

Our week was also filled with parks...

...with beaches...



And with hours of family time. That was the best part of all.

Dossier Update

Wednesday, Sept 3, 2008

Good Afternoon Ashleigh & Ben!

I just wanted to let you know that I received your homestudy, fees and dossier documents today!

I have reviewed all the documents and I’m happy to say that everything is in order. I will be sending your file to Ottawa shortly to be legalized and authenticated. Once I receive it back (should be a week or two) then I will be able to forward it on to Ethiopia!!!! Would you be able to let me know which immigration method you are going to choose, either PRV or Citizenship. We just need to know this before I send the file to Ethiopia.

This is a very exciting time and if you have any questions, please let me know.

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Africa Adoption Case Worker

Imagine Adoption

your dreams of family coming true

Goin' On A Road Trip Baby

Every year we end our summer with a trip down to my aunt and uncle's trailer in Birch Bay. And, each year it proves to be more fun as the boys get older and more independent...this year is no exception. Ben came downstairs this morning a few minutes before 7am and found Noah sitting on our couch, (he NEVER comes down alone in the morning!) with all of his cars lined up. I came down a few seconds later and he looked up at us from the couch:

"Is it time for our Road Trip Baby now, Guys?" he asked.

TOO STINKIN' CUTE.

See ya'll soon.