Adoption...

I just spent a good half hour, at least, catching up on my friend Ms J's blog (my blog is giving me errors so I can't make her link easy, but if you go to www.inourownweirdway.blogspot.com you will find their story there). She and her husband have adopted a gorgeous little girl from China and I am totally over the moon for her. Please keep her and Dr J (her hubby) in your prayers, and send up some special prayers for their Lil Pumpkin too, please! The adjustment time is very difficult for all of them, and she could use some well wishing too.

And reading her story made me realize, again, just how especially blessed Robin and I are to have been able to adopt our little Sugar Booger. Ms J reminded me just how special adoption is and how blessed we are to have been granted this, the biggest, most precious gift we have ever been given!

Just last week I was reading an article in one of the million baby magazines littering my living room while My Caramel Pancake was sleeping, and one of the articles, written specifically focused on Adoption in South Africa, said that in the entire Western Cape region of South Africa, only ONE white baby has been adopted in the last four years! And then I look at Sugar Booger and think "How on Earth did we get her???" There is really only one answer to that question: it is God. It is all Him. He is the reason our family is finally complete. Mind blowing!

Is it a tea-cozy? Or just another madhatter hillbilly?

Oh so soppy

I so know that my blog has become totally soppy. Me thinks I might have lost my edge. Maybe that's what becoming a mommy does to you? Oh well, too bad. Let me just plunge ahead and tell you what's on my mind, regardless. And it's short and sweet: It's no secret that I totally adore my hubby... But I never knew that I was capable of loving him even more than I did, when it was just the two of us. Seeing him as a father, as Daddy for Jess, has totally blown my socks off. I don't have a clue what I did to deserve this man of mine. But I'm going to hold onto him with both hands (and feet) for the rest of my life. Just look at these gorgeous pics of my man and our noonoo pie...

Hands off, girls. He's taken.