tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33711168866483227882024-02-18T22:52:15.330-06:00Sow Much In LoveAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-34193934120214958192016-05-02T11:30:00.005-05:002016-05-02T11:36:00.808-05:00Adoption Journey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well this little blog is dusty. Let me clear out some cobwebs and get started... I have had several ask for a little background into our adoption journey, so I thought this might be a great avenue to share. <br />
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While Chris and I were dating, we would dream and share about our future goals and dreams. One of our biggest, most important desires, was to have a family. We would discuss how many children we desired to have, the possibility of fostering some day, and the topic of adoption was discussed as well.<br />
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We dated, we were engaged, and then we were married. We always knew we wanted a family and were elated to have our first little guy join us a little after our first wedding anniversary. After having Henry, I had a stir in my heart to grow our family, but didn't know what that entailed. I didn't feel as if I could/should adopt and so I let the desire sit. Chris began to bring up adoption and the conversation would somewhat fall flat, never ending with a definitive, "this is what we are going to do". Chris began to research countries to see if there was a great need and continually would refer back to Africa and Haiti.<br />
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A few months before Henry's birthday, I signed a contract with a local adoption agency to work as a contracted worker to complete home studies. To say I was excited would be an understatement. This was my passion, this was my jam. Being directly involved with adoption, I was asked by my coworkers if we would ever adopt, and the answer would always be a maybe... followed by that same stir in my heart. <br />
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During my first few months at my new position, there was an international program that appeared to be thriving. I began to ask questions which ultimately led to Chris and I deciding I should email our director to see if we might be considered for the program due to not meeting the marital requirement for the country. We were ready. I researched the country, we prayed, if she gave us the green light, we were all in. A few days later I received a sweet, wise email stating that due to some uncertainty within the country at the time, it might be best to hold off. Within a few weeks we quickly realized this was God's sovereignty and protection in action. I found out I was pregnant, and the country began to put a holt on international adoption.<br />
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Nine months came and went quickly and little Tucker man joined our family. We focused on our family of four and enjoyed the transition from one to two kiddos. I told Chris I felt I was done having children and he agreed. Conversations would still pop up about adoption, but life was busy, international adoption appeared to be slowing down everywhere, we didn't meet requirements for several countries, and we had two busy boys. <br />
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After Tucker turned one, adoption began to be a consistent part of conversation again. I would ask my boss lady tons of questions and she encouraged me to look into China. So, we did. I had a file of all required documents for a home study gathered up, Chris was working on some financial statements, once again we were ready. We had always said we would wait until Tucker turned 2 to begin the process. This allowed us to meet the 5 year marriage requirement and, given the timeline of adoption and the age a child would be when they joined our family, we would most likely not disrupt birth order. <br />
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Around January 2016, I was tired of talking about adoption. I shared this with Chris and we both agreed to just stop talking about it. We agreed to pray separately about God's specific desire for our family and allow Him to work. <br />
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In early March a friend emailed me a David Platt sermon about adoption that had me crying my eyes out. This sermon so blatently and beautifully spoke about adoption. I forwarded the email onto Chris, asking him to watch and just informing him that any fear or hesitation I had was addressed through this sermon. <br />
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I'll be honest, during this gap of time when Chris and I stopped talking about adoption, I talked myself out of the whole thing. We have two great kids, adoption is full of unknowns, adoption is complete selflessness... I was scared. But, Ephesians 1:3-11 just puts it all in prospective. I pushed it down though. It's funny how something I was once so open to, was now something I was willing to put up a fight about.<br />
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Shortly after I watched this sermon, I was out with a group of friends for dinner. The conversation about kids was brought up and a friend jokingly said how lucky she and I were because we only have two kiddos we are accountable for. The friend who sent me the sermon responded with, "What are you talking about? They are adopting." I quietly laughed and felt my stomach knot. <br />
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The next Friday morning I receive a text from a coworker who is also the director of our Burkina Faso program. Her next text asked if Chris and I would like to apply for the program (along with some other information about the process). I frantically called Chris and he said we of course would consider. We went out for dinner that Saturday night to talk things over and he looked at me and said, "This is it, let's go for it." Our application was submitted two days later and we are now officially in the adoption process.<br />
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We recently wrapped up all of our visits for our home study and pray that every document is accounted for so we can send in our dossier in mid June. From there, we wait. The time line we have been given is anywhere from two to three years and bringing home a little one from age three to five. We are excited, nervous, anxious, and over the moon about our little one already. It has been amazing to sit down from time to time and reflect on how God has orchestrated this journey and we have full confidence that He is in control of the entire situation. <br />
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We are so excited to share more with you as time passes! <br />
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<br />Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-35848177888594143132014-12-31T06:41:00.001-06:002015-01-03T20:36:37.761-06:002014<div><br></div>It would seem as if I have taken quite the hiatus when it comes to blogging. Every time I wanted to sit down to post, I felt as if I had nothing to say. However, as I have reflected on the past year the opposite it true. There has been so much to share, just not enough brain space to put it all together into words. <div><br></div><div>Last year at this time we had a bubbly little 16 month old and a baby bump to boot. We were also living in an 800 square foot house. Now, there is nothing wrong with this and we were very thankful to have a roof over our heads, I was just running out of ways to arrange and purge in order for our growing family to be comfortable. Also, we weren't in an ideal environment for a growing family. I had a repetative prayer for contentment, but also that the house would sell (we had been on and off the market for over a year). </div><div><br></div><div>After arriving home from a fun Disney Cruise with my family in January, we had a nibble. It was a VERY low ball cash offer, but we didn't care. However, after a few weeks of going back and forth, we threw in the towel of any hope of the house selling. I was frustrated and willed myself to continue to brainstorm how we could make this space work for a family of four (or how we could rent it and move). </div><div><br></div><div>A few days later, another showing was set for a different buyer. I begrudgingly loaded Henry up and left the house with little hopes that they would actually show the house (we had had many appointments and then they wouldn't even come in the house). We had an offer in writing later that night. </div><div><br></div><div>It was another low ball offer, but we had been saving in preparation of this. There was a tremendous amount of guilt felt by me that they house I had bought was causing my husband to dip into the savings he had worked so hard to build. After doing some research, I learned that my teacher retirement fund was almost the exact amount of the lose we would take on the house. I quickly filled out paperwork to withdrawal the money. </div><div>Some might see this as stupid, we saw it as an answer to prayer. </div><div><br></div><div>We closed on the house and moved in with Chris' parents to recoperate and allow ourselves plenty of time to find something we loved. I quickly became sick of looking. My belly was growing and so was the stress. Along with the endless changes that were occuring, Henry and I were repetitively sick. We hardly ever were sick. </div><div><br></div><div>Towards the middle of April we went to look at a house some friends had told us about. The couple who were selling had recently listed online just to see what would happen. I was reluctant to look, the house didn't meet my "criteria" but I trusted this friend. While on the tour, I broke down into tears in the master bathroom and asked our realtor if we could just give them a verbal offer then and there. The house met all of our needs perfectly and was less than we were thinking we would spend (the same amount we loss on the house and took out of retirement). </div><div><br></div><div>We closed and moved into our house in the middle of May. I was almost 8 months pregnant, had no voice, a rib out of place from coughing, and was turning 30. BUT, we had new carpet, new paint and new furniture. Our first night was bliss. </div><div><br></div><div>Six short weeks later, little boy Tucker arrived. He is a beaut and totally dreamy. Having two children is so much different than one. It took a long time for me to find how to balance attention between Henry and Tucker. The first three months were a lot of tears and frustration. Baby blues had a whole new meaning this time around. But, we finally got into a routine and I also started allowing myself and my kids a lot of grace. Our day to day is messy and not perfect, but I am learning that is ok. More to come on baby boy Tucker and I need to post several weekly updates (this entry has taken me five days to finish, blogging is hard ha!).</div><div><br></div><div>2014 was a little crazy and hazy. So much good occurred, so much stretching, lots of joy and sweet toddler and baby giggles. More than anything, our little family learned and continues to learn to live in the now. We dream of the future things (two kids not in diapers, building a house, paying off debt, vacations where people don't say you can't sit beside them on the plane because you have a baby... yes that really happened), but life is good right now. The pop in guests, the laughter around the table, the toys all over the floor, the dust bunnies in the corner, the money I save on make up because most days I don't wear any... </div><div><br></div><div>So long 2014 and thanks for the sweet memories. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-77737932818230301142014-11-12T22:09:00.001-06:002014-11-12T22:09:48.454-06:0019/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1q-FFewbzNQyrgxYXZODl5lsUqwvYI-CfrcxQyDdRG9FRtoFySzN3po7mDwTmI4OccJ5IPk64X5eix849YkhDkJJmKasN1u2MaUxjnIrSoabWpEzxZfikEGBKhTZebFpOw_NVPdllGU/s640/blogger-image--1715351673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1q-FFewbzNQyrgxYXZODl5lsUqwvYI-CfrcxQyDdRG9FRtoFySzN3po7mDwTmI4OccJ5IPk64X5eix849YkhDkJJmKasN1u2MaUxjnIrSoabWpEzxZfikEGBKhTZebFpOw_NVPdllGU/s640/blogger-image--1715351673.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Johnny Jump Up, getting stuck on your belly, trying cereal, and your first ear infection. You make life interesting bud. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-49124471358488627582014-11-12T22:03:00.001-06:002014-11-12T22:03:57.238-06:0018/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uQTgVeXEQEogkPg6iKtey-WhTctToiwdr8D7t3PygKbY7D1Vzzbm49nFRlKeIUgz41h9LGCgijFWrqcFnwa-19l5k4c5rtlN3DLThwgU2jwCLJ9NRKmDzIUCNqHE8dhdukn7Gv89InQ/s640/blogger-image--214745790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uQTgVeXEQEogkPg6iKtey-WhTctToiwdr8D7t3PygKbY7D1Vzzbm49nFRlKeIUgz41h9LGCgijFWrqcFnwa-19l5k4c5rtlN3DLThwgU2jwCLJ9NRKmDzIUCNqHE8dhdukn7Gv89InQ/s640/blogger-image--214745790.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You celebrated your first Halloween as a football for your football player brother. Not the most original idea, but we've been surviving this month. You also are an expert roller now! </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-81021219723734498442014-11-12T22:01:00.001-06:002014-11-12T22:01:06.923-06:0017/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrK1AsDW9noYCSLGvxlTMvSoKrMdSprN7sSo1j6E3mKVpREsJ3KzZKdaz31t5J85JmSd94DhRla1N_XdvH93lSxxDtN__9N3TQyu5lSj89uayoV3MZ7xOrwFTMM32itmDV5YxQg8oQLk/s640/blogger-image--1993901076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrK1AsDW9noYCSLGvxlTMvSoKrMdSprN7sSo1j6E3mKVpREsJ3KzZKdaz31t5J85JmSd94DhRla1N_XdvH93lSxxDtN__9N3TQyu5lSj89uayoV3MZ7xOrwFTMM32itmDV5YxQg8oQLk/s640/blogger-image--1993901076.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your smile has returned, however sleep has not, ha. Regardless, you enjoyed your first fall fest and were a big hit. Hard to imagine that next year you will be running around, screaming I'm sure. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-90175296243023935482014-11-12T21:56:00.001-06:002014-11-12T21:56:21.865-06:0016/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlEGAFYGDShKUnf0mqYZUHKwLntGwb-SfyxztSO-BIw8o2CZihJ8NQdsupnbYZ2WGo1wlgMaTgk1uv6RzXovj9qjb-dPQs89ry-HLfBjqWtpsjtyA8hyVDGTkVYzmD52O32LMnzheqdA/s640/blogger-image--694773916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlEGAFYGDShKUnf0mqYZUHKwLntGwb-SfyxztSO-BIw8o2CZihJ8NQdsupnbYZ2WGo1wlgMaTgk1uv6RzXovj9qjb-dPQs89ry-HLfBjqWtpsjtyA8hyVDGTkVYzmD52O32LMnzheqdA/s640/blogger-image--694773916.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The stomach bag has hit our house and you it hit you the worse. A throwing up babe is no fun. Sleepless nights, lots of cuddles, and lots of prayers. You will always keep us on our toes. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-57253195749377024762014-11-12T21:52:00.001-06:002014-11-12T21:52:33.131-06:0015/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lKpWNQUmb522jgFd8hczHsX-MXRhBSLjuexnsPy10MChmkMKlns9gfiJCWrc70wKnJRdavzwjLF-UeeP1a1DB7gJyhQ__tkwzQ9ORyHNIRWUBF0EKLNFqoLjQ0EX9HiAYbXJuArWgoA/s640/blogger-image--1118730770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lKpWNQUmb522jgFd8hczHsX-MXRhBSLjuexnsPy10MChmkMKlns9gfiJCWrc70wKnJRdavzwjLF-UeeP1a1DB7gJyhQ__tkwzQ9ORyHNIRWUBF0EKLNFqoLjQ0EX9HiAYbXJuArWgoA/s640/blogger-image--1118730770.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh my, you are beautiful. You laugh, you smile, you are just a sweet babe. You are starting to attempt to roll and Henry loves to cheer you on (aka push you over). It is a delight to watch you grow!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-90639148046305017812014-10-14T21:13:00.001-05:002014-10-14T21:13:57.906-05:0014/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqdtefRWnLtbfkQYsX6f6ZqIY109oHyuv7dCIBBJ85UqLvEAjpoCf9EX_Hs1gJQgDypXcfnovUcZ13fbJK_R0iiIbnJFSyFlzDXc7QsD2MFronxWbNiYoerggDUiVdX6oihXChqBg40k/s640/blogger-image--1694226155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqdtefRWnLtbfkQYsX6f6ZqIY109oHyuv7dCIBBJ85UqLvEAjpoCf9EX_Hs1gJQgDypXcfnovUcZ13fbJK_R0iiIbnJFSyFlzDXc7QsD2MFronxWbNiYoerggDUiVdX6oihXChqBg40k/s640/blogger-image--1694226155.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You have beautiful lips. Everyone always comments on your "perfect triangles". Most of the time these lips are used for your loud talking or precious smiles. But, you can stick your bottom lip out like a boss. It's like it is your job to make a huge fit look amazinly adorable. (Note that this was taken while you are in your car seat. You still hate it. Which is lovely.)</div><br></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-82997982450854002892014-10-14T21:09:00.001-05:002014-10-14T21:09:58.654-05:0013/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoP_CmH0kAGMu7PFg_qGjxMJHSQ3UYS4tV1IoFKC_xB1MRzx14eGlhW2fNYQsYEjfMbRbe2C3qf8gojBRO0i52Y1pauSK7xMDf5GsRptp8U-cWNR4u4q9DFMzcmZOqJSk-zKQDQqtmRfY/s640/blogger-image--1532866692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoP_CmH0kAGMu7PFg_qGjxMJHSQ3UYS4tV1IoFKC_xB1MRzx14eGlhW2fNYQsYEjfMbRbe2C3qf8gojBRO0i52Y1pauSK7xMDf5GsRptp8U-cWNR4u4q9DFMzcmZOqJSk-zKQDQqtmRfY/s640/blogger-image--1532866692.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Praise the Lord!!! Henry has really come around and is beginning to, dare I say, like you!!! He loves to go in with me to get you up in the morning and proclaims, "Good mornin Tucker!" He will snuggle up with you and watch his morning cartoon. He will show you toys (we are still working on sharing). And he has requested hugs a few times. Counting these as huge successes towards your life long duty as best friends. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-30899859767847298922014-10-14T21:05:00.001-05:002014-10-14T21:05:03.306-05:0012/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfnQoFD0OyTsKxwVHWdxQDFoL-zLLkNQoGkK8eYybAD2AkUqcQVLBo1qq655D_nTvrHpfWIsSBsWFws07VTMlbTEQ1reSB-kErkdCgbtVGauggZW1MF4-evgqHsGj7WhQKyTOCRwBCqo/s640/blogger-image-1388230065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfnQoFD0OyTsKxwVHWdxQDFoL-zLLkNQoGkK8eYybAD2AkUqcQVLBo1qq655D_nTvrHpfWIsSBsWFws07VTMlbTEQ1reSB-kErkdCgbtVGauggZW1MF4-evgqHsGj7WhQKyTOCRwBCqo/s640/blogger-image-1388230065.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You are goofy. Despite the frustration of no naps or wanting to be held ALL THE TIME, you can typically make me laugh pretty easily. You're all like, "Hey mom, don't be hatin... I love ya!" I love you too little booger. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-90430440800691975002014-10-14T21:00:00.001-05:002014-10-14T21:00:55.820-05:0011/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mId191uy9iSjTckIGwMivLE8nJ_gaSACLiZZ_CxyJlDDaxIxK0WwKV576kPJUy0zjjoey9TdlkM65JeUgJeF8DNqkOhanmTXE8sl2bunGHYzGehbOw04ujhmhkKa9umyFSPFG1_KDV4/s640/blogger-image--1827481494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mId191uy9iSjTckIGwMivLE8nJ_gaSACLiZZ_CxyJlDDaxIxK0WwKV576kPJUy0zjjoey9TdlkM65JeUgJeF8DNqkOhanmTXE8sl2bunGHYzGehbOw04ujhmhkKa9umyFSPFG1_KDV4/s640/blogger-image--1827481494.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I know this picture is fuzzy, but it makes me smile. Son, you are strong and loud. You have found your vocal cords and use them often. I love your little voice and pray you use it in great ways. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-13346981308594930732014-10-14T20:58:00.001-05:002014-10-14T20:58:20.906-05:0010/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFfLB_M5HauOlBGuAPTrHMZkeG1WqXfM3Kwpmh0tW9f_-I4GJ8nd8TnFWBdSITkB8kJTYyeX5yOPKNN2wRKasDhWUbUJv0IV_JRjDQYUYy3c2c2m8ZD9ZPIafumXbZ86gs0Qe8SJMcKA/s640/blogger-image-36043389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFfLB_M5HauOlBGuAPTrHMZkeG1WqXfM3Kwpmh0tW9f_-I4GJ8nd8TnFWBdSITkB8kJTYyeX5yOPKNN2wRKasDhWUbUJv0IV_JRjDQYUYy3c2c2m8ZD9ZPIafumXbZ86gs0Qe8SJMcKA/s640/blogger-image-36043389.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In an attempt to try anything humanly possible to get you to nap, we have started wrapping you like a baby burrito. I know most sane parents do this from day one with their babes, but Henry always hated it, so logically we assumed you would also. Aren't all siblings identical? You remind us daily that you are your own tiny little human self, which we adore. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-31143586852960111812014-10-14T20:54:00.001-05:002014-10-14T20:54:51.236-05:009/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJxo0XKmxgr9Lv8uxtcU-06GIqi5MdCfhUxxn5LWM10OUxnyyj2hwgxt-x_jyDBsoDoW9UyiTLVIJ1Xmb-KoYsaaUnGnsRWMKH594n2WCb8Cx8yXrBBbmvjjJiLklx96eUNkXsCZDqxE/s640/blogger-image-1103872286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJxo0XKmxgr9Lv8uxtcU-06GIqi5MdCfhUxxn5LWM10OUxnyyj2hwgxt-x_jyDBsoDoW9UyiTLVIJ1Xmb-KoYsaaUnGnsRWMKH594n2WCb8Cx8yXrBBbmvjjJiLklx96eUNkXsCZDqxE/s640/blogger-image-1103872286.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You live in your carrier at night. This is due to the fact that you hate the steoller and car seat. This pains your father and I because we love to go on evening walks. But, you prefer to be snuggled in tight and close. Oh child... You keep things interesting. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-61799998133010456782014-09-03T22:48:00.001-05:002014-09-03T22:52:43.471-05:008/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BptVoG5eyIBLpNbbqXT638AYxP5RghYnoERwbJUE60nBEOdy2T1Q20mKBGxbTjnwCy-GYcVMSc_lNP6RpiH2wySetH18iTwn8wFvKAPNLI079pn4C5PT5AoRQ8eoivdPGaggy3qZxQ0/s640/blogger-image-1739282036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BptVoG5eyIBLpNbbqXT638AYxP5RghYnoERwbJUE60nBEOdy2T1Q20mKBGxbTjnwCy-GYcVMSc_lNP6RpiH2wySetH18iTwn8wFvKAPNLI079pn4C5PT5AoRQ8eoivdPGaggy3qZxQ0/s640/blogger-image-1739282036.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You smile all over yourself. I love how you grin at everyone but reserve the really big ones for familiar faces. You are a charmer. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-84300227618496920932014-09-03T22:46:00.001-05:002014-09-03T22:52:30.462-05:007/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vqxXOd5wWHN4pe-SvxVnR-eq7OelEBnfQcmsDnHs5rjGVfoXiFy411DaoxB_vk4SxigPRDvPvfMiPUUytdXquk2xrKna41UbTPkit0aM_TnmhGZ5ew57naxLEkTjGJguqq7-QvRqjIA/s640/blogger-image-579215994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vqxXOd5wWHN4pe-SvxVnR-eq7OelEBnfQcmsDnHs5rjGVfoXiFy411DaoxB_vk4SxigPRDvPvfMiPUUytdXquk2xrKna41UbTPkit0aM_TnmhGZ5ew57naxLEkTjGJguqq7-QvRqjIA/s640/blogger-image-579215994.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Henry randomly gave you some loving this week. He doesn't always love sharing the attention, but we are getting there. You tolerate the shoves and screams well. </div><br>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-37569466936069374172014-09-03T22:43:00.001-05:002014-09-03T22:48:47.403-05:006/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRfg41inFrxRnGBYcXWvGakTKL_kfFItDA7t2jvlw8EKhSde2O6DeVektR7SkBMmqx-pQV_iaOT9UTJiuByLqvUkdSSiSkf-JVFOjLQ16BJpOqj_TISkKR0quZNeQlpK2UF0Y0pJuNx4/s640/blogger-image-1868472872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRfg41inFrxRnGBYcXWvGakTKL_kfFItDA7t2jvlw8EKhSde2O6DeVektR7SkBMmqx-pQV_iaOT9UTJiuByLqvUkdSSiSkf-JVFOjLQ16BJpOqj_TISkKR0quZNeQlpK2UF0Y0pJuNx4/s640/blogger-image-1868472872.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You are precious at bedtime. Right before you fall asleep, you give this goofy grin that just melts me. It doesn't matter how hard the day has been, that smile makes it all go away. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-39322687458342221852014-08-14T22:20:00.001-05:002014-08-14T22:20:17.605-05:005/52A little late, but what else is new...<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_0OPEsxHvuP5B5CFilxWg_R-uTW9YdWHLl0tD4HRRM8A1kqCd0Go9FeRwXDbhaAMQNL7pqGXx7LgbcrqixI9MqzttTJRsTLy1WFD1dSEn6Ps6ZV5GLKaCcmF4sUV6XsaP6HUsxGF2gM/s640/blogger-image-1197408853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_0OPEsxHvuP5B5CFilxWg_R-uTW9YdWHLl0tD4HRRM8A1kqCd0Go9FeRwXDbhaAMQNL7pqGXx7LgbcrqixI9MqzttTJRsTLy1WFD1dSEn6Ps6ZV5GLKaCcmF4sUV6XsaP6HUsxGF2gM/s640/blogger-image-1197408853.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNmaQ43kEvImt1kZGabYuv-JRXIlJaaQrPW2s5_4wYZJ85GKUZbEQ-dYU0NiDf6GfE_fiXvDpxjP_dE4rVIBewoqyRA-87ctj1PairPwrFEMDSx0AzoSPj6KFGC43rSDN71htIx_Dqvc/s640/blogger-image-2005823475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNmaQ43kEvImt1kZGabYuv-JRXIlJaaQrPW2s5_4wYZJ85GKUZbEQ-dYU0NiDf6GfE_fiXvDpxjP_dE4rVIBewoqyRA-87ctj1PairPwrFEMDSx0AzoSPj6KFGC43rSDN71htIx_Dqvc/s640/blogger-image-2005823475.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You have an awesome older brother. He's pretty much the bomb diggity in my eyes (except for when he doesn't nap). I pray every night that the two of you grow to be great pals. That each of you can be an example to each other. That you are leaders in your own way and strong yet humble men. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I also pray that the day will come when Henry doesn't throw things at you... But we are working on that :)</div><br></div><br></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-84926502189222287602014-07-31T22:09:00.001-05:002014-07-31T22:09:06.544-05:004/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Hvc-GnRUSxDYhlrTHNJlMrstTkHCeSdpdDRfuRC2rCO5N0ZeOH-_kbzGvk9Oa46h7n-IWJa4zfBUWP11foOv88QgMul-6PqUiDaRNZI2_PygLBDgtPv4YGZDRXWC98d4ajKr_Be_yEM/s640/blogger-image--2021153976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Hvc-GnRUSxDYhlrTHNJlMrstTkHCeSdpdDRfuRC2rCO5N0ZeOH-_kbzGvk9Oa46h7n-IWJa4zfBUWP11foOv88QgMul-6PqUiDaRNZI2_PygLBDgtPv4YGZDRXWC98d4ajKr_Be_yEM/s640/blogger-image--2021153976.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You are a growing fool! I easily forgot how much babies grow during the first few weeks. It is hard to believe these tiny little feet will one day be the stinky culprits that I smell around the house. I wish I could bottle up your sweet baby smell to whiff during those times :)</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-86990340360973699042014-07-29T20:38:00.001-05:002014-07-29T20:43:50.639-05:00Fearless<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIdIU9JJ5UT9eAJMwgAcvlq1DSjPTa49u2zWMsaeYqMdVOfJdzCjdNZZaylvSA7Xo48jNaapIbpBn5S7D4IMUdfQtLK3_OC81ThQwclWhTQz1UCpbAjCNoAmA0DFA2cAkT52o5Oj7vWs/s640/blogger-image--224366644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIdIU9JJ5UT9eAJMwgAcvlq1DSjPTa49u2zWMsaeYqMdVOfJdzCjdNZZaylvSA7Xo48jNaapIbpBn5S7D4IMUdfQtLK3_OC81ThQwclWhTQz1UCpbAjCNoAmA0DFA2cAkT52o5Oj7vWs/s640/blogger-image--224366644.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh my sweet Henry. I've been thinking of words I would use to describe you and today fearless stood out loud and clear. We went to the park today and you immediately ventured over to the pond's edge to "see ducks". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A nice gentleman shared a piece of bread with you to feed the ducks and geese. After one throw you hurriedly gave me the bread and exclaimed, "you throw momma." I feared we were headed towards a little break down. But, within minutes you were chasing geese and had your toes so close to the edge I was holding onto your shirt in fear. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You are all boy. You climb, run, slide and knock things over with the best of the best. However, you still look back at your dad or I to make sure we are there. Bud, your cheering section is right behind you. Go on and be your fearless self. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-50882767221273442432014-07-27T16:41:00.001-05:002014-07-27T16:41:19.630-05:003/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWPlcjWTcdBr9n9Y8UGygT_gka_KAd3kmDodZ7KM9UhWhBV4Ft4M73M6_ikhUGSr7nc00UasCddHCmPkFqUOO3nhfwSfG5ndw-cW_X58G0QQRPoooDcuD66q_ea2Nse4tz4YFXlMspQc/s640/blogger-image--215412799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWPlcjWTcdBr9n9Y8UGygT_gka_KAd3kmDodZ7KM9UhWhBV4Ft4M73M6_ikhUGSr7nc00UasCddHCmPkFqUOO3nhfwSfG5ndw-cW_X58G0QQRPoooDcuD66q_ea2Nse4tz4YFXlMspQc/s640/blogger-image--215412799.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are still trying to figure out this whole two kid thing. Henry went from a go go go kid to being forced to slow down a little. I know the day will soon come when you are both running around and I am doing my best to keep up. For now, we will enjoy sitting outside with your brother "goes wimming" and squirts you with water from his fire hose. You two are going to be awesome together. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-69180248655351392292014-07-27T16:38:00.001-05:002014-07-27T16:38:49.618-05:002/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmEkH_iM2efN4iVQGpQvo8VuX8GPV6vIx_i6WYLAcMCWn4EkasUB0wDr9tKyFKGZjubLpxhyphenhyphenXAp3FPCXdo-svjNt65YYnRKObBJ6gEaoya6weYvgNJdjEuoaSriJV-FsaWAiYHWQDhTt8/s640/blogger-image-1102206546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmEkH_iM2efN4iVQGpQvo8VuX8GPV6vIx_i6WYLAcMCWn4EkasUB0wDr9tKyFKGZjubLpxhyphenhyphenXAp3FPCXdo-svjNt65YYnRKObBJ6gEaoya6weYvgNJdjEuoaSriJV-FsaWAiYHWQDhTt8/s640/blogger-image-1102206546.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You officially no longer look like your brother. You look like Tucker. I cannot wait to get to know you more. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-53026120996056140552014-07-27T11:09:00.001-05:002014-07-27T16:36:25.980-05:001/52I saw on a fun blog that a mom did a photo a week on her blog of her little boy. I have a friend who did a photo a day, I am not that with it ha! So a photo a week seems manageable. Henry turns two in two weeks so hope to start the once a week with him as well. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nmSdJqd0l1G-CMxVW87uQGIRFAcjPXpFBA3-XPt-6Bp80apKG0-3_y71MRcF4rxGZAi3hMq44NYhbhxokwC3fjfkJhyn3KwCAtC6fHGdndgc1xZeHlVAFRObYu6PSPsU9AX0h97vrtM/s640/blogger-image-731425737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nmSdJqd0l1G-CMxVW87uQGIRFAcjPXpFBA3-XPt-6Bp80apKG0-3_y71MRcF4rxGZAi3hMq44NYhbhxokwC3fjfkJhyn3KwCAtC6fHGdndgc1xZeHlVAFRObYu6PSPsU9AX0h97vrtM/s640/blogger-image-731425737.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This was our first day home, July 4. We were both pretty exhausted and collapsed on the floor. I'm sure I was teary and emotional and thinking how the heck am I going to do this?! Thankfully you don't know any better, so I guess we will all just figure it out together. Ha</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-37533476471483711882014-07-26T16:59:00.001-05:002014-07-27T04:45:47.704-05:00Dear Tucker Scott B.,<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I haven't blogged in forever. I miss it. I miss how I can freeze little memories about our little family and keep them tucked away to read later. Hopefully you will be a little motivation to get with the game again. We shall see. <div><br></div><div>We welcomed you to the fam on July 3 at 12:17pm. After a scheduled induction (that was kind of a surprise), we checked in to the hospital at 7:30 and in no time you were in our arms. I almost didn't get an epidural and I think I was a little crazed. But, we made it. </div><div><br></div><div>You weighed in at a healthy 8 pounds 14 ounces and were a lengthy 20 inches long. The whole experience was surreal and before I knew it, I was back in new born land. </div><div><br></div><div>We were able to go home on the 4th. I'm not sure if I was totally ready, but your dad was chomping at the bit. Henry was able to stay with grandparents the first two nights so we were able to spend some quality time together. You are a pretty little baby and we love you so much. </div><div><br></div><div>Speaking of Henry... He isn't all the way sold on you yet. He misses being able to "go" and will tug at you if I am holding you too long. He will soon get that you are sticking around. :) He can be oh so sweet to you though. He loves to help wake you up in the morning and give you kisses before bed. Before too long, you will be chasing him throughout the house and there will be four little feet running rather than two. That melts my heart a little. </div><div><br></div><div>I cannot wait to see what you bring to this little family. We've learned so much from your brother, I'm sure we will learn our fair shaker from you as well. We love you little Tuck Tuck. </div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div>Your Momma</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2lb1l1aYUmJ513CACZ1OlphVdBLcb3YGWWPSK2LuniSB9UeTp4SmjarT0IO_lgyjXXf9xIIBxjM7avFs6Ue_nmOHUfuwMnTRTlMoCZtfUSUuHwnFbF3TiTRqR9XY822HJ6OggS7cNro/s640/blogger-image--1331554876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2lb1l1aYUmJ513CACZ1OlphVdBLcb3YGWWPSK2LuniSB9UeTp4SmjarT0IO_lgyjXXf9xIIBxjM7avFs6Ue_nmOHUfuwMnTRTlMoCZtfUSUuHwnFbF3TiTRqR9XY822HJ6OggS7cNro/s640/blogger-image--1331554876.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomey2f-vP6fG40EeKB_-pN60ZWd6S_oI-BjHQ6uuJN9hbskiBmbpYq87XJ0R6ZeAKJnqEo9Jdr3eiTKDFXU3Nlsx03VjahLQu6RmGoPWjKuy_XzrxiDOAF0cz3hhZNao5SMjorc8Wp3w/s640/blogger-image-1162534888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomey2f-vP6fG40EeKB_-pN60ZWd6S_oI-BjHQ6uuJN9hbskiBmbpYq87XJ0R6ZeAKJnqEo9Jdr3eiTKDFXU3Nlsx03VjahLQu6RmGoPWjKuy_XzrxiDOAF0cz3hhZNao5SMjorc8Wp3w/s640/blogger-image-1162534888.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-1809042717891185352013-10-29T20:47:00.001-05:002013-10-29T20:47:43.217-05:00My "Job"Back in May, I took a contract position with All Blessings International to do home studies for local families wanting to adopt. It was a HUGE answer to prayer and orchestrated totally by God. If you have known me long enough, you know that adoption is a big deal to me. Adoption has had a large chunk of my heart for 12 years and I have prayed and prayed to one day be able to work in the adoption field, and here I am.<br />
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I have been surrounded by adoption for a long time. My near and dear friends who have adopted have heard me time and time again say to them, "Adoption is HARD!" In my heart of hearts, I don't believe God's perfect plan was for adoption to even have a place in this world. But, in case you've lived in a hole your entire life, we live in a fallen world. One full of sin, bad decisions, pain, and heartache. Adoption is both beautiful and ugly all in the same boat. It requires hurt and restoration.<br />
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But, boy oh boy do I see God all over adoption. <br />
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I sincerely believe that God has a soft spot for the orphaned. Those innocent babes are held in His arms and it is a beautiful thing. He calls families to open up their homes and hearts and places these precious babes in forever families. I have been a part of home comings, first meetings, good byes, and referrals. The tears of joy and pain abound.<br />
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In the adoption world there are the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Recently, I've seen a low. ABI partnered with an orphanage in a very remote location in DRC two months ago. In the last three weeks there has been a dysentery outbreak which resulted in 33 of the 52 orphans losing their life. Two of these babes were twins who were recently matched with a <a href="http://honeybunchesoflotz.blogspot.com/">sweet friend</a>. This hit close to home and my heart was broken.<br />
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He knew this pain was coming and held these babes when their moms and dads couldn't. I believe these 33 babes are no longer suffering and now all who know of their story; the moms and dads, ABI, friends of the families, and anyone who has read the information and blogs about this story, get to be a part of stewarding their story well. We get to be a part of the highest of highs. </div>
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ABI is currently raising funds to help with immediate and long term relief for this orphanage and the community surrounding it. Right now, they are trying to raise $15,000 by Friday to provide materials for a team leaving this weekend. Will you please consider making a donation? Even $5 can make a huge difference. You can donate <a href="https://rally.org/f/6i5SUWpUJkG">here</a> and read more about this situation <a href="http://abicongo.blogspot.com/">here</a>. </div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3371116886648322788.post-75723499347358464172013-09-04T18:51:00.001-05:002013-09-04T18:51:17.768-05:00Looking BackIt hit me today while watching Henry walk around the house (he is everywhere now that he has this walking business down) that this little guy has been with us for a year. We've thrown the big party, we did the pictures, but for some reason it really sunk in today. <div><br></div><div>I am sure every year will be a learning experience and with it will bring all kinds of new seasons, but this year is one for the record books. I love Henry oh so much. His personality is the sweetest and by golly if he doesn't have the cutest fluff in the world. There were times this past year though that I thought I wasn't going to cut it in this mom business. </div><div><br></div><div>The first eight weeks for me were brutal. BRUTAL. I was a crazed clock watcher. The night time brought on the worst anxiety. I would intentionally leave for work early just so I could sit in my car for 20 minutes in a parking lot as an escape (only then to be pelted with feelings of guilt for leaving my babe). The mom guilt and insecurities of comparison were always there. Life the first few months was just hard. </div><div><br></div><div>I am far from an expert. I have learned no mom is an expert, just more seasoned and experienced. I am slowly getting more comfortable in this new mom skin. </div><div><br></div><div>The importance of community takes on a whole new meaning when you have a child. We rely on our parents more. I am so very grateful to have friends with kids close in age that can play together while we attempt to have a meaningful conversation. When a friend can get Henry to giggle with delight I melt because I know that friend is god fearing and a great example. It takes a village and I am embracing that fact. I used to hide away and freak out if Henry was the slightest bit fussy, now I am totally ok with calling someone up to get out or letting Grandma or Grandpa spoil him rotten. The pressure of always being perfect doesn't weigh as heavy. </div><div><br></div><div>I have been studying Gideon and the focus over the past week has been being faithful through the monotony. That God shows up in our daily lives, he doesn't always come in a burning bush or in an audible tone. What I have been called to do, is what I am doing right now. My work looks different during this season. Instead of getting dressed to the (somewhat) best every day, I am lucky to blow dry my hair. Crockpot dinners are the best creation ever rather than a meal with 50 ingredients that can wow a crowd. Having a few dust bunnies adds character to a home (ha). My name isn't in the papers, I'm not leading a revival, but I am serving my purpose for right now. The monotony is staggering at times, but it makes me listen harder. It makes me more eager to step out. It builds discipline and contentment. </div><div><br></div><div>I have always struggled with putting others first. Yes, I can be genuine and care for others' needs. But, when it came to sacrificing my little bubble of comfort, it was hard. This year has shattered that. A friend of mine posts periodically on twitter or on her blog, "I must become less so that He can become more." Self sacrifice and submission are the front runners, in my opinion, to a healthy home. It has been a humbling and great lesson to learn. </div><div><br></div><div>Thanks for letting me have a soap box today while I enjoy my 20 minutes of alone time in my car (hey, I still like my occasional Sonic drink to myself at times). This first year has been good. So good. Ready to see what else I can learn from this wise little one. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttIqyIyI1YefzlpXcpDj_QNknxqKBDIxDnby9n2T-vvASfw7pYw4dXBqr7uwgpiT2ISuaKEnuHsEa1cxPHX9VYYe-GSdXWv6JcQ6g_bMq71lmFiGE1uxOogRtKDgUeEnYzVqYOr5Y9MQ/s640/blogger-image-683037318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttIqyIyI1YefzlpXcpDj_QNknxqKBDIxDnby9n2T-vvASfw7pYw4dXBqr7uwgpiT2ISuaKEnuHsEa1cxPHX9VYYe-GSdXWv6JcQ6g_bMq71lmFiGE1uxOogRtKDgUeEnYzVqYOr5Y9MQ/s640/blogger-image-683037318.jpg"></a></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16164013748031953549noreply@blogger.com1