Some mornings I have to sit down and look at my life and try to figure out how I can be a better person/mother/wife/friend/sister. So many days I feel like such a failure. I get angry too fast. I am too impatient with those around me. I'm selfish in what I want. How do I change that? I turn to God. This morning I decided to do a double whammy of what I want to be and looked to the Bible.
Whammy#1
Proverbs 31
10 [d] An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
14 She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
15 She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17 She dresses herself[e] with strength
and makes her arms strong.
18 She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
20 She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.[f]
22 She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates.
Whammy#2
1 Corinthians 13
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] 6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
13 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
God I can't do this life without your help. I want to be full of love and show that in every aspect of my life and every step of my walk. I want to do good and not harm. I want to be patient. Help me.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
What Not To Say To Foster Parents
This blog is in no way meant to offend. If you have said these things to me don't apologize because I know it was not meant to hurt or offend. This is for future reference with other foster parents and yes even with me. These things may not annoy/hurt all other foster parents but these are a list of what bothers me. I have been thinking of writing this for awhile and have read other blogs on this but couldn't quite get the nerve to do it because I really am not angry at anyone and I really don't want to offend anyone but have decided this can be educational
What Not to Say to a Foster Parent
1. I could never be a foster parent, I would get too attached
First off yes I do get attached. I got attached way before the possibility of adopting our foster children was even mentioned. When this is said it makes me wonder if people are thinking I'm heartless because how else could I possibly take in children that may not be able to stay. And yes you could do it. You have to get over your fear of losing children and think of the children you could help. My heart feels like it is getting ripped out of my chest when I think of these kids leaving and I know I would probably fall into depression if they did leave so for now I won't think on this.
2. Are they your kids?
This is usually said by strangers. First of all look at me, look at my husband, do these kids look like they are our biological children? Umm no. Secondly it's none of your business. And lastly I will say yes if for no other reason but because my oldest is extremely smart and hears everything said and he will not hear "No they aren't ours" out of my mouth. They are MY children. I just don't know for how long
3. Every kid acts like that
Again I'm aware that when you see my child throwing a tantrum and me getting extremely frustrated you can say every kid acts like that but you don't know the background of these children and that doesn't make me feel better. I have taken classes on foster children. There is more behind their bad behavior than your child who is screaming because they didn't get there way. You also don't know what has happened in the past with their behavior and what happens in my home day in and day out. You don't know some of the behavior stems from being moved out of their last home, and the home before that, and the home before that. I am aware that two year olds throw tantrums. I am aware that my two year old will probably some day need counseling because of his past. I am aware that having three young children throwing tantrums can push me to the edge of my sanity and this comment may push me over
4. You get paid to keep them right?
Yes I do get some monthly money for these kids. Does it cover all their expenses? No. Am I making money off of them? No. When I hear stories of people taking foster children for the money I really wonder how they do that because frankly the money is not enough to cover expenses for them. I'm not asking for more, I'm not complaining. Just letting you know I don't make money off of them. Again with this question...it's none of your business.
5. How long do you get to keep them?
Easy answer "I don't know." For my close friends I will go into detail of all the legal steps it takes with our particular children but with most foster children you don't always know. You may have them a month. You may have them for a year and think you will get to adopt them just to have them taken away. You never know. I won't feel secure until a court date making them legally mine happens.
On that note I will close and go pray that no one takes this the wrong way.
What Not to Say to a Foster Parent
1. I could never be a foster parent, I would get too attached
First off yes I do get attached. I got attached way before the possibility of adopting our foster children was even mentioned. When this is said it makes me wonder if people are thinking I'm heartless because how else could I possibly take in children that may not be able to stay. And yes you could do it. You have to get over your fear of losing children and think of the children you could help. My heart feels like it is getting ripped out of my chest when I think of these kids leaving and I know I would probably fall into depression if they did leave so for now I won't think on this.
2. Are they your kids?
This is usually said by strangers. First of all look at me, look at my husband, do these kids look like they are our biological children? Umm no. Secondly it's none of your business. And lastly I will say yes if for no other reason but because my oldest is extremely smart and hears everything said and he will not hear "No they aren't ours" out of my mouth. They are MY children. I just don't know for how long
3. Every kid acts like that
Again I'm aware that when you see my child throwing a tantrum and me getting extremely frustrated you can say every kid acts like that but you don't know the background of these children and that doesn't make me feel better. I have taken classes on foster children. There is more behind their bad behavior than your child who is screaming because they didn't get there way. You also don't know what has happened in the past with their behavior and what happens in my home day in and day out. You don't know some of the behavior stems from being moved out of their last home, and the home before that, and the home before that. I am aware that two year olds throw tantrums. I am aware that my two year old will probably some day need counseling because of his past. I am aware that having three young children throwing tantrums can push me to the edge of my sanity and this comment may push me over
4. You get paid to keep them right?
Yes I do get some monthly money for these kids. Does it cover all their expenses? No. Am I making money off of them? No. When I hear stories of people taking foster children for the money I really wonder how they do that because frankly the money is not enough to cover expenses for them. I'm not asking for more, I'm not complaining. Just letting you know I don't make money off of them. Again with this question...it's none of your business.
5. How long do you get to keep them?
Easy answer "I don't know." For my close friends I will go into detail of all the legal steps it takes with our particular children but with most foster children you don't always know. You may have them a month. You may have them for a year and think you will get to adopt them just to have them taken away. You never know. I won't feel secure until a court date making them legally mine happens.
On that note I will close and go pray that no one takes this the wrong way.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Keeping Perspective
Tonight was one of those nights again. S was especially sassy and talking back. K was constantly telling us no. To top it all off I wasn't feeling good and was trying to get the house somewhat presentable since we just go back from vacation yesterday and have case workers coming in the morning. Bedtime for the boys couldn't come soon enough.
Bedtime went pretty smoothly but about 45 minutes after we put them in K started crying. It wasn't his "I wanna go play cry" it was his "scared/sad cry." I went back and checked on him and he was scared of something invisible on the floor. I got him calmed down and convinced him there was nothing to be scared of and came back to the living room. Somehow husband and I started talking about the first night these littlemonsters blessings came into our lives. We can still picture there scared little faces as they sat on the couch and stared at these strange people they didn't know. Heart breaking to remember.
K was the first one to get down and explore the stash of toys. L sat there with stickers on his chubby little face and big eyes looking around. S was content to sit with the worker and not make eye contact. They were all wearing oversized clothes and looked a little on the grungy side. When it was time for the workers to leave S and L started crying. I won't forget the male worker getting down on S's level and telling him he will be back to visit and he's the man now and needs to help take care of the others. And soon the workers were gone. What do we do now? All of a sudden we have these little people looking up at us and we feel pretty lost as to what to do with them. Husband ran out and got diapers and underwear. Brother-in-law brought us pizza and sippy cups and other things I would not have thought of for little kids. And then we were on our own.
Thinking back on that first night makes my heart ache. It makes the temper tantrums and talking back more understandable. It makes the hitting, kicking, and pinching more bearable. It makes my heart melt all over again. Some days I forget. I forget that our kids are not technically OURS. I forget about their past and that they had one before they were with us. But looking back at the pictures of that night and talking about it brings it all back. They have gone through so much.
After all the talk I go back to check on S not so secretly hoping he's still awake so I can get some snuggling in. He is awake and I can't help but pick him up and squeeze him tight and he squeezes back eagerly taking in the extra attention. He looks up at me and asks what I'm doing with those big brown eyes. "Just checking on you" We have a little talk and he asks questions about things I can't share but it makes me realize he is also remembering back. He is also sad. I get him happy again by telling him if he wakes up and daddy is gone he can crawl in bed with mommy. Not so secretly I again hope that he wakes up early so I can get in some more snuggle time.
In times of frustration and days of stress I need to look back and remember. On days I feel like a failure I need to remember so that I can try harder. Remember so that my heart can soften and my tongue in turn will soften to my little blessings.
Bedtime went pretty smoothly but about 45 minutes after we put them in K started crying. It wasn't his "I wanna go play cry" it was his "scared/sad cry." I went back and checked on him and he was scared of something invisible on the floor. I got him calmed down and convinced him there was nothing to be scared of and came back to the living room. Somehow husband and I started talking about the first night these little
K was the first one to get down and explore the stash of toys. L sat there with stickers on his chubby little face and big eyes looking around. S was content to sit with the worker and not make eye contact. They were all wearing oversized clothes and looked a little on the grungy side. When it was time for the workers to leave S and L started crying. I won't forget the male worker getting down on S's level and telling him he will be back to visit and he's the man now and needs to help take care of the others. And soon the workers were gone. What do we do now? All of a sudden we have these little people looking up at us and we feel pretty lost as to what to do with them. Husband ran out and got diapers and underwear. Brother-in-law brought us pizza and sippy cups and other things I would not have thought of for little kids. And then we were on our own.
Thinking back on that first night makes my heart ache. It makes the temper tantrums and talking back more understandable. It makes the hitting, kicking, and pinching more bearable. It makes my heart melt all over again. Some days I forget. I forget that our kids are not technically OURS. I forget about their past and that they had one before they were with us. But looking back at the pictures of that night and talking about it brings it all back. They have gone through so much.
After all the talk I go back to check on S not so secretly hoping he's still awake so I can get some snuggling in. He is awake and I can't help but pick him up and squeeze him tight and he squeezes back eagerly taking in the extra attention. He looks up at me and asks what I'm doing with those big brown eyes. "Just checking on you" We have a little talk and he asks questions about things I can't share but it makes me realize he is also remembering back. He is also sad. I get him happy again by telling him if he wakes up and daddy is gone he can crawl in bed with mommy. Not so secretly I again hope that he wakes up early so I can get in some more snuggle time.
In times of frustration and days of stress I need to look back and remember. On days I feel like a failure I need to remember so that I can try harder. Remember so that my heart can soften and my tongue in turn will soften to my little blessings.
Monday, July 15, 2013
A Man Takes a Wife
My life isn't all serious and sad regardless of what my previous posts might make it sound like. I've been determined not to constantly be putting on the cute things my kids say because I don't want to be "that 'person" but this one I can't resist and I don't want to forget the silly things of life.
Today I was sitting on the couch with my three year old S. Randomly we started discussing his future. I told him when he gets older he will marry a girl and then he won't live with mommy and daddy anymore, he will have a house all of his own.
He looked at me curiously, "Who that girl?"
I explained that he might not have met her yet.
"Annie or Ava?" he asked.
"No, they are your cousins. You can't marry your cousins. Someone else that you might meet when your older."
"Where I meet her? McDonalds?"
"I sure hope not!"
Today I was sitting on the couch with my three year old S. Randomly we started discussing his future. I told him when he gets older he will marry a girl and then he won't live with mommy and daddy anymore, he will have a house all of his own.
He looked at me curiously, "Who that girl?"
I explained that he might not have met her yet.
"Annie or Ava?" he asked.
"No, they are your cousins. You can't marry your cousins. Someone else that you might meet when your older."
"Where I meet her? McDonalds?"
"I sure hope not!"
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
My First Son
When I was 20 I ventured down to a beautiful little country called Jamaica. A country rich with culture and full of new adventures. A country that stole my heart. I had no idea what I was getting myself into but I knew as long as I could remember I felt called to work in an orphanage. I was beyond excited and a little petrified as I said good-bye to all I had ever known, all of my family and friends. I had committed to 6 months and that seemed like long enough to me. So down I went and started working in a little orphanage full of children that were longing for love and before I knew it my heart was lost to them forever. One boy in particular grabbed my heart and has never let go. His name was Danny.
Danny was a little one year old boy when I got there and he was full of life and energy and yes he was naughty. :) I grew to love him more and more every week I was there and he quickly became "my Danny." Whenever I had the chance I would take him home for the weekend. I remember taking him back to my home and my house sisters teasing me about his boundless energy and naughtyness as he flew from room to room destroying everything in his path. Somehow he managed to poop on a mound of toys. But wow did I love him. When Sunday afternoon came and it was time to take him back to the orphange I could hardly stand leaving him there. Leaving him standing with tears streaming down his face and tantrum being thrown. All he wanted was love and I couldn't stand the thought of not rocking him to sleep, he was MY son.
My 6 months in Jamaica turned into a year. That whole year Danny was mine. I loved him as much as you can imagine loving any child and I sure was proud of him. As my year came to a close I didn't know how I was ever going to leave him behind. By now he was a two year old and understanding more and more. I was his favorite and I was his mother. I will never forget that last day at the orphanage as I took him off to say my good-byes. My heart was being ripped out of my chest and I ached for him. He wouldn't understand why I wasn't coming back and he would be abandoned. The guilt overwhelmed me and I spent night after night back in Ohio in my own bed tears streaming into my pillow and sobbing for my son. I knew it was time for me to leave Jamaica and I knew he was promised to another family but selfishly I wanted him for my own forever.
When I was back in the states I did my best to hide my ache for him but it never went away. Even five years later I would cry into my husband's arms as I longed for my little boy. I knew he had been adopted to a couple in Florida but I couldn't find any information on him or where he was. What I would do for glimpse of him. By now he would be a nine year old and probably has no memory of me.
When we started the fostering process I was talking to Raph one night about Danny and how I wanted a boy just like him. He wisely worried that if we did get a boy I would be disappointed because he wouldn't be "my Danny." But I still wanted a naughty little boy and hoped that he would fill that hole that Danny had left there. Well I got my naughty little boy. And joke's on me, I got three of them. I am so grateful that never once have I been disappointed that none of them are Danny and they have filled my heart more than I ever thought possible. I wouldn't trade any of them for the world and I pray that some day they will be my forever sons. But there is still that little hole there that I have discovered will never be filled. That hole left by my missing son. I trust that he is in the home that God wants and prepared for him. I pray that he is loved and is becoming a lover of Jesus. That is what keeps me going on nights like tonight when I ache for my first son.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Choices
I have decided this blog is good for me so that I can gain perspective on me and how to improve myself daily, ugly truths may come out.
This morning I was talking to S about choices. He woke up in a foul mood and 10 minutes into the morning I heard "Mommy, me done talking to you." Yes, my three year old again sounds like a teenager. His brothers wake up and he promptly yells at them and steals toys away from them. After putting him on the couch for a time out I sit down beside him and ask him why he's being so mean and grumpy. He answers that he doesn't know. So I explained to him that when we wake up grumpy we have to decide if we're going to change our attitude and be nice to people or if we're going to stay grumpy and be mean in which case he will be in time out most of the day.
As I was walking around cleaning up a million thoughts went through my brain. Do I make the right choices? So many times I don't. I choose to be angry and punish instead of being patient and looking for the core of the behavior. Yesterday I was so guilty of that. It was a day of a sick one year old with a 103 temp, potty training a two year old, and a three year old that would lie and connive all day. How did I respond? I chose to be angry and frustrated most of the day. I chose to yell at S when I was so tired of the lying that I didn't know what to do. I chose to let my bad day become worse because I had a bad attitude. Is this where S gets it? Does he watch me in my frustration and copy that?
Today I have to make that choice again if I'm going to let those frustrations take over my day today as well or am I going to learn from my bad decisions yesterday? Instead of looking at S and remembering the lying and the back talking I can remember the way he cared for L. I was sitting holding L on my lap almost sweating from his poor little hot body laying against me. S came up and asked if L was going to be ok and lays his head on my shoulder and strokes L's back humming "Be Still" to try and soothe him. I will remember the victory of K going an entire day of potty training with no accidents. And I will remember L starting to feel better and squealing "Daddy" with excitement as Raph walks through the door. I will remember S talking about his past at the dinner table. A past not with us. Is that the core of the behavior? I'm sure that plays a large part in it and his little confused brain.
I have a good life, I have a fulfilled life, I have to choose to remember that and make better choices with my attitude. Maybe then S will follow. With God's help and right choices I can be better. I will be better.
This morning I was talking to S about choices. He woke up in a foul mood and 10 minutes into the morning I heard "Mommy, me done talking to you." Yes, my three year old again sounds like a teenager. His brothers wake up and he promptly yells at them and steals toys away from them. After putting him on the couch for a time out I sit down beside him and ask him why he's being so mean and grumpy. He answers that he doesn't know. So I explained to him that when we wake up grumpy we have to decide if we're going to change our attitude and be nice to people or if we're going to stay grumpy and be mean in which case he will be in time out most of the day.
As I was walking around cleaning up a million thoughts went through my brain. Do I make the right choices? So many times I don't. I choose to be angry and punish instead of being patient and looking for the core of the behavior. Yesterday I was so guilty of that. It was a day of a sick one year old with a 103 temp, potty training a two year old, and a three year old that would lie and connive all day. How did I respond? I chose to be angry and frustrated most of the day. I chose to yell at S when I was so tired of the lying that I didn't know what to do. I chose to let my bad day become worse because I had a bad attitude. Is this where S gets it? Does he watch me in my frustration and copy that?
Today I have to make that choice again if I'm going to let those frustrations take over my day today as well or am I going to learn from my bad decisions yesterday? Instead of looking at S and remembering the lying and the back talking I can remember the way he cared for L. I was sitting holding L on my lap almost sweating from his poor little hot body laying against me. S came up and asked if L was going to be ok and lays his head on my shoulder and strokes L's back humming "Be Still" to try and soothe him. I will remember the victory of K going an entire day of potty training with no accidents. And I will remember L starting to feel better and squealing "Daddy" with excitement as Raph walks through the door. I will remember S talking about his past at the dinner table. A past not with us. Is that the core of the behavior? I'm sure that plays a large part in it and his little confused brain.
I have a good life, I have a fulfilled life, I have to choose to remember that and make better choices with my attitude. Maybe then S will follow. With God's help and right choices I can be better. I will be better.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
My Loves
Since my last blog was about my hates and frustration I decided that this blog would be about my loves.
1. God-Where would I be without Him? Seriously? I would be in a pit of depression and grief with no way out if it weren't for my heavenly father who rescues me day in and day out from my own selfishness and despairs. He fills me with a joy and love beyond my human understanding.
2. My Husband-God has blessed me with a man who knows me so well and would do anything in this world to make me happy. Ex. Move to Ohio, take in three boys, take the time to know my love languages and adore me with all my imperfections and annoyances, the list could go on and on. I have never been a good communicator and my husband may be the best around. I adore him and he adores me. I'm ok with getting old as long as this man is by my side.
3. My Boys-Yes they frustrate me and yes they make me want to tear my hair out 50% of the time. The other 50% of the time I could cry at the sweetness of them. L wrapping his little chubby arms around my neck and squeezing as tight as he can, K asking me to lay beside him when I put him down for a nap and if he accidently hurts me patting my arm and saying "sowwy Mommy", S cuddling up beside me any time I sit down and telling me I look so good when I walk out in an outfit he's never seen before. What would I do without these terrors? They complete our home.
4. My Yoders and Yutzys-Our families could not be more opposite. When the Yoders get together we are a houseful of screaming children and try to get conversation in whenever we can. Yet we are a laid back people that can sit around and do nothing all weekend and love it. The Yutzys are a family full of passion and love. We are a crazy bunch that never has a dull moment and they open my eyes with there insights. Both Yoders and Yutzys are full of love and support and I can't imagine my life without any of them.
5. My Church-What a supportive group of prayers warriors that blow my mind all the time. When we got the boys what a rally of people we had behind us bringing us food, clothes, money, and support. Every Sunday I stand in awe of God as I sing my heart out to him and soak in the sermon.
6. Inside Out/College Group-These two groups often feel like a second family to me. Inside Out blesses me with the leaders who are beyond crazy and are an inspiration to me. The high schoolers shock my socks off so often with our talks at small groups, cardboard testimonies, and passion for life. With the college group I see those same high schoolers turn into responsible adults that are growing in knowledge and passion. They dote on our boys and our boys soak it up. Never a dull moment in either group.
7. My Friends-I do believe my friends are a step above the rest. They help keep me sane with coffee breaks randomly during the week and a text to ask how I'm doing. Once again when we got the boys they were the ones that came with bags and bags full of groceries. They volunteered to baby-sit one night so me and Raph could go on a date. They invite us out on the weekends and we gladly accept
I'm full of joy today and I plan on working on keeping that joy. When times get hard and I start to feel depressed I will have to look back at this entry and I'm sure it will smack me in the face. To all of you that are listed and those of you I forgot, THANK YOU!
1. God-Where would I be without Him? Seriously? I would be in a pit of depression and grief with no way out if it weren't for my heavenly father who rescues me day in and day out from my own selfishness and despairs. He fills me with a joy and love beyond my human understanding.
2. My Husband-God has blessed me with a man who knows me so well and would do anything in this world to make me happy. Ex. Move to Ohio, take in three boys, take the time to know my love languages and adore me with all my imperfections and annoyances, the list could go on and on. I have never been a good communicator and my husband may be the best around. I adore him and he adores me. I'm ok with getting old as long as this man is by my side.
3. My Boys-Yes they frustrate me and yes they make me want to tear my hair out 50% of the time. The other 50% of the time I could cry at the sweetness of them. L wrapping his little chubby arms around my neck and squeezing as tight as he can, K asking me to lay beside him when I put him down for a nap and if he accidently hurts me patting my arm and saying "sowwy Mommy", S cuddling up beside me any time I sit down and telling me I look so good when I walk out in an outfit he's never seen before. What would I do without these terrors? They complete our home.
4. My Yoders and Yutzys-Our families could not be more opposite. When the Yoders get together we are a houseful of screaming children and try to get conversation in whenever we can. Yet we are a laid back people that can sit around and do nothing all weekend and love it. The Yutzys are a family full of passion and love. We are a crazy bunch that never has a dull moment and they open my eyes with there insights. Both Yoders and Yutzys are full of love and support and I can't imagine my life without any of them.
5. My Church-What a supportive group of prayers warriors that blow my mind all the time. When we got the boys what a rally of people we had behind us bringing us food, clothes, money, and support. Every Sunday I stand in awe of God as I sing my heart out to him and soak in the sermon.
6. Inside Out/College Group-These two groups often feel like a second family to me. Inside Out blesses me with the leaders who are beyond crazy and are an inspiration to me. The high schoolers shock my socks off so often with our talks at small groups, cardboard testimonies, and passion for life. With the college group I see those same high schoolers turn into responsible adults that are growing in knowledge and passion. They dote on our boys and our boys soak it up. Never a dull moment in either group.
7. My Friends-I do believe my friends are a step above the rest. They help keep me sane with coffee breaks randomly during the week and a text to ask how I'm doing. Once again when we got the boys they were the ones that came with bags and bags full of groceries. They volunteered to baby-sit one night so me and Raph could go on a date. They invite us out on the weekends and we gladly accept
I'm full of joy today and I plan on working on keeping that joy. When times get hard and I start to feel depressed I will have to look back at this entry and I'm sure it will smack me in the face. To all of you that are listed and those of you I forgot, THANK YOU!
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