A Girl and her Prince
It’s funny how some things in life are universal. Each culture, gender, religion, race…some things just work everywhere. Smiles. Weddings. Love. Laughter. Babies. Nature. Chocolate. Everyone loves those things. I think fairy tales are pretty universal, too. One dashing young hero + one maiden in distress + one incredible rescue = true love. Who doesn’t love a story like that? I realized the power of fairy tales about 5 years ago during my summer at an orphanage in Ghana, West Africa. Part of my time there was spent tutoring children who had fallen behind in school or were new to the orphanage and had never been in school before, like…
Recap & Wreck Part II
Recap A small recap of the week’s events: Nephew: My nephew has a name! We are excited to meet baby Lincoln sometime in Mayish!! Bugs: Those long-legged bugs with a 12 second lifespan are about to drive me insane. Our house has approximately 23 of them flying around at any given moment, and last night I woke up to one dive-bombing into my forehead. Die, you flying freaks. That is maybe too harsh. Let’s try: Fly back outside, you weirdo bugs. Revelation: I really want to adopt a child(ren), right? So I had a dream last week of an adoption agency in Ghana that helped find families for the…
Ordinary meets extraordinary.
Serious Tuesday post time. I’m not really sure why Tuesday, it just seems like a good day to be introspective. Last Serious Tuesday post, I wrote about why I wanted to adopt. In the post, I mentioned the blog, Kisses from Katie. A precious (and super hilarious) lady at church gave me a copy of Katie’s book a few weeks ago. I must confess how negligent of a parent I was the day I started reading it, because I absolutely could not put it down. Beckett got some quality bonding time in with his swing, bouncer, toys…pretty much anything to keep him occupied while momma read her book. It’s an…
Orphans.
I hardly slept Sunday night. Part of it had to do with drinking coffee at 9pm (stupid), but the other part had to do with some blogs I was reading. They reminded me of a few hours I spent at an orphanage in Donetsk, Ukraine, over a decade ago. By instruction, I was wearing clothes that dried quickly in case any of the kids had an accident (which they did). I got to hold a little girl for a while, and play with many other kids. I remember one girl on our team, Nicole, was holding a little boy, about 2 years old, who was completely unresponsive to her. He…
