Like I said, I knew I'd be on the phone to the Disney store.
I'm too sappy and sentimental for my own good.
It's the Cinderella wedding dress.
It was worth it.
Because much to this momma's disliking....they're only little once.
I love you, my Grace.
With grateful hearts for famly and friends,
With Grateful Hearts
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Many Voices
One of those little "moments" happened this morning on the way out of church.
One of Faith's Sunday school teachers stopped me and said, "I just love having Faith in class...she's so intelligent."
You know what made it a "moment"....her teacher had no idea that we adopted Faith from the China Special Needs program. Her need......learning delayed.
As I write tonight I am sitting here with a mound of papers on my desk that includes college student aid forms, tax forms, and adoption papers. I am wondering when children became a financial decision. I am wondering where and when the value of life and the value of money intersected. Was it a time? Was it a day? Was it a place in this world? Was it a place in our fears? Was it God's place? Was it a place in the expanse of His heart? Or is it a place we created as a fallen world?
Just thinking tonight....same as every night really.
One of Faith's Sunday school teachers stopped me and said, "I just love having Faith in class...she's so intelligent."
You know what made it a "moment"....her teacher had no idea that we adopted Faith from the China Special Needs program. Her need......learning delayed.
As I write tonight I am sitting here with a mound of papers on my desk that includes college student aid forms, tax forms, and adoption papers. I am wondering when children became a financial decision. I am wondering where and when the value of life and the value of money intersected. Was it a time? Was it a day? Was it a place in this world? Was it a place in our fears? Was it God's place? Was it a place in the expanse of His heart? Or is it a place we created as a fallen world?
Just thinking tonight....same as every night really.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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