Underneath the swirls of fondant on a 3-D cake nothing is as it seems. So too with adoption. Beneath the surface is layers of nuance and imperfection.
Fifteen years ago today, everything that could go wrong seemed to have done just that. The best man got a nosebleed. The pastor didn't show. The candles exploded. The caterer mixed up menus. And, the limo broke. The driver took a smoke break. You and I and our luggage sat right there in the back … Continue reading Hang in there my Bride, we’ll make it yet.
Dear 2012 me, congratulations! You are now the parent of two blonde hair blue-eyed boys. It's July 24 -- your first gotcha day (yeah, yeah, that's a controversial phrase -- but it works for us). Today is the first day of the most thrilling, exhausting, frustrating, scary yet incredibly rewarding adventure you could ever imagine. … Continue reading Seven years, seven reflections on foster care and adoption
A call to the crisis line resulted in a swarm of police, fire and EMS personnel at our home. We thought the kids were leaving after our call, until the officer kneeled and said...
Today, I got to take one of the kids to the doctor. It was a role reversal, as my wife handles 99 percent of the appointments. The volume of doctor visits, therapies and visitations... these certainly weren't in the brochure when we became foster parents. I'm not complaining, mind you, it's just one of the … Continue reading Not in the brochure: All the appointments