Our newest addition

Meet Abbi our sweet 10 week old kitten. We weren't planning on adding another pet to our family and we certainly were not going to do it 4 days before we left for vacation. But, like all things, God's plan was obviously quite different than ours.

Yesterday the girls and I were at the uniform store buying Sarah's things for school. As we were waiting in line, Sarah looked out of the window and saw these words on the marquee next door, "Abandoned Kittens need loving homes". Sarah begged me to just go and take a look. Reluctantly I agreed.

Once we went in to the vet's office I knew we were not leaving without one of the cute little bundles. There were 8 of the sweetest looking kittens ever. However, that's not what hooked me. It was their story. A woman brought the kittens in and explained that they were in her neighborhood and a dog was going around killing the babies. So, she gathered them up in hopes of finding homes for them.

So, I told the girls that we would talk about the kitten at dinner and if their Dad agreed we would bring one home AFTER our trip this weekend. The vet tech agreed that they would keep the kitten until Tuesday for us. Not good enough, the girls wanted Dad to come and see the kitten NOW.

So, I called Dave who, after hearing what I was asking, began to yell, "NO MORE CATS"!! I listened and then asked him when he could get to the vet's office. WIthin 15 minutes he was there. Within 2 minutes of his arrival, he promptly fell in love with Abbi deemed that if she was coming home then he got to name her. Dave calls her Fish Bait, we call her Abbi.

Welcome home Abbi. Now if we can just convince Duchess and Clarence to like you then peace will reign once again!

Life is fragile

My intent today was to update the blog on our wonderful, busy, month of June. However, I woke up this morning with some time before I had to get the kids out of bed and took a moment to catch up on some of the blogs I love to read. Well, over and over I read about stories dealing with children, sick and dying children.

There are so many parents suffering because their little ones are fighting cancer, finding out their unborn baby will probably not survive and/or a brand new baby dying in spite of the best medical care.

How does a parent go on when the bottom has fallen out of their world? The grief would be unbearable, yet the need to continue on for the remaining children would be so important. How do you continue to wake up each morning knowing that the little child you loved so deeply for 8 long, or is short, years will never run through the house again?

Is it harder to lose a child who has been part of the family for years or to lose a newborn baby? Is there a comparison?

Today I spent some time chiding myself for complaining about my busy schedule with the girls. How many parents would give anything to be able to drive their child to a gym or the dance studio or watch them celebrate another birthday-- just one more time?

It wasn't that long ago that I struggled with infertility and grieved each and every month when I did not get pregnant. The pain I felt thinking that I would never hear someone call me Mom or be able to celebrate my child's accomplishments was, at times, overwhelming. The loss I faced when my first adoption fell through after the birth of the baby pushed me to the brink -- I remember having to make the decision to either get up and get on with my life or die right there on my couch.

And that grief was for the child(ren) I never thought I would have. Now that I have children that grief is only a portion of what I imagine I would feel if I lost one of them.

Today I said some prayers for the Chapman family, Ellie's parents, Jake's parents, Cohen's Mom and Dad, Kate and her family, and for the nameless others who are all grieving and fighting a battle for their children. I then prayed for the health and well being of my children.

And then I woke up my children, and the 4 other girls who spent the night, to begin our wonderfully busy, crazy day! Thank you God for this day and for the many, many more days in which I will get to spend with these special gifts.

Are YOU someone's Happy Ending????

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Shoes definitely do NOT make the man!

Since Dave's promotion he has been rubbing shoulders with some VIP's. Two weeks ago he was invited to go golfing with the Dean of College of Science, a Cobb County Board Member, and a retired Vice Chancellor of the University System. Since Dave loves to golf it was not hard to jump at the chance!

It has been years since Dave has gone golfing due in part to lack of time and money. However, he still has his clubs and a nice pair of golf shoes. So, he pulled them out and waited for his day out on the course.

What a day it was! Dave came home and told me that he had a great time but was horribly embarrased. Why I wondered? Well, he explained that once he got to the course he found out that metal cleats were not allowed. Not a problem, he went to the pro-shop and had plastic cleats put on. Pretty uneventful.

The embarrasement came right on the first hole. After teeing off Dave noticed one of his yellow plastic cleats had fallen off. Confused, he picked it up and pocketed it.

Then he started to walk toward his ball and stumbled on something. He looked down and didn't see anything on the course, so onward he went. Again, a slight trip. He looked down and realized something was wronng with his shoe. He lifted his foot up and the entire bottom of his shoe was hanging off. OMG!!! Dave made a joke about his shoe and moved forward only to realize that the OTHER shoe had also fallen apart!!!

Thank goodness for humor! Dave turned the situation around and the guys all had a good laugh! However, Dave had to walk, or drag, in those shoes the entire afternoon. At least he finished in second.

Wonder if he'll get another invitation?

Kids say the darndest things

At dinner the other night Sarah told us that the dinosaurs were on the ark which prompted a very good conversation that went something like this:

Sarah: We were talking in bible class today about how the dinosaurs were on the ark.

Me: Dave, did you know the dinosaurs were on the ark?

Grace: The ark?

Me: Did they have one of each Sarah?

Dave: Sarah, the dinosaurs were not on the ark.

Grace: I hated the elevators on the ark.

Silence...

Me: What elevators?

Grace: You know, the elevators that took us up to the top of the ark.

Me: Grace, do you me the ARCH in St. Louis????

Grace: Yeah, the ark...

Gotta love my sweet Grace!

My love-hate relationship with the month of May

May is a mixed blessing. I eagerly anticipate so many things but also want to skip the month all-together. It is the busiest month with the culmination of so many things. We not only celebrate Gracie's birthday, and Mother's Day but we also finish up school and dance.

I love the excitement but dread the planning and the fullness of my schedule. I run from place-to-place. I go to work and attend meeting after meeting, then run to get the girls to dance rehearsal and end-of -the- year events.

This year we added James' graduation to the mix. What a milestone we got to celebrate! But, what a hassle to coordinate the logistics!

We've created some wonderful traditions for May without even realizing what we were doing! We light candles, have a small procession to the Virgin Mary statue, and say a prayer for the kids' chinese mothers on Mother's Day. This year Analiese was able to say the prayer! Even though Matthew is no longer with us we included his mother as we know that she must grieve over the loss of her child. It was eye-opening as Gracie indicated that she never thought about her chinese mom.

Another tradition is for all us to stop and get ice-cream after the the dance recital to celebrate (as Analiese declared!).

May brings the end of the school year and this year we have been able to celebrate Sarah's achievements. She received an excellence in academics award, presidential physical fitness and A/B honor roll for the year.

Maybe there should be an award for Mom's who survive May without being committed. What could we call it? The Maydurance award? Any suggestions??

Happy 9th BIrthday Gracie!

Sweet Grace had a wonderful birthday celebration! We held her party at the movie theatre. The girls were treated so very special. Two rows of seats were reserved in the front of the theatre, they got slushies, popcorn and candy and then after the movie they were escorted to the party room for ice-cream and cake!

Grace beamed from the moment she woke up 'til it was time to go to bed! Unlike Analiese, Grace never demands to be the center of attention. So when she gets to be the one everyone is celebrating she enjoys herself so much!

I just cannot believe that she is now 9 years old. It seems like yesterday we got on the plane to China to meet her; our Chinese daughter. Grace has come such a long way from the frightened two-year old who walked into our hotel room, to the self-confident young lady she is today! Gymnastics has helped Grace find her own identity and provide her with an arena in which she excels!

This year has been a whirlwind for Grace. She competed for the first time and exceeded all expectations. She has transitioned to training with the elite group of gymnasts and misses some mornings at school. She continues to be an excellent student, wonderful friend and awesome daughter. She is well grounded and very modest.

When I prayed and cried out to God all of those years for a child I never knew that I was being asked to wait so I could parent a very special little girl. How blessed I am. Happy Birthday my sweet Gracie, I love you!