Thanksgiving

We spent our Thanksgiving with Tim's mom and his sister and her family at a lakehouse in Hot Springs, Arkansas. It was a relaxing time and the kids enjoyed seeing their cousins. The whole gang

Graham on the dock outside of the lakehouse.

Davis, Graham, and Hayley



Hayley loves alligators, so she was thrilled when she got to pet one at an alligator farm in Hot Springs.

Perpy and Graham enjoying an Oreo turkey cookie.

The Big Brother

Graham is really beginning to take his role of big brother seriously. He and Wesley have started playing together so well, and it seems they are truly enjoying each other-not just coexisting. I love watching their friendship deepen. Graham likes to "read" Wesley a story before naptime, and when Wesley was sick a few days ago, Graham would give him kisses on the check and say, "Are you feeling better, little buddy?"

We still have lots of moments when the two are struggling to share, but right now, I want to be thankful for how they are both maturing and learning to love each other.

Graham is also excited about being a big brother to his "baby girl", as he affectionately calls her. He frequently asks when we will get her picture in the mail. Today, he said, "Mommy, I used to not want a baby girl with dark hair, but now I do. I can't wait for her to come." I told him how excited I was too and that God made her so beautiful and perfect for our family.

It seems that it's not just my heart that is getting bigger. In the tender heart of a big brother, God is growing a love for his little sister.

DTE

DTE=Date to Ethiopia October 23, 2009

Our paperwork is complete, has been notarized and certified, and is in transit to Ethiopia as I type these words. Our adoption agency gives everyone a date when their paperwork has been sent to Ethiopia, and the agency refers to that date throughout the process. It's an important date, and we feel like we have made it to a big milestone now that we have our DTE. We are so excited to be well on the way through the adoption process. We hope to receive our referral in about 9 to 11 months and be traveling to Africa next Fall.

I've heard it said several times that when you adopt, you don't have a baby growing in your tummy, but the baby is growing in your heart. Everyday I feel my heart stretching, getting a little bigger, and I find myself thinking about our baby even more. I picture her playing with her brothers, and I get a lump in my throat every time I think about kissing her sweet cheeks.

In some ways, I think these next nine months will go by quickly. Our boys keep us busy and our days are full. We have a lot to do to get ready for our little girl. I want to cherish this time and not wish it away. I know lots will change once she's here, and there will be lots of adjustments for all of us as with every new baby in a family. Right now is a sweet time with Graham and Wesley, and I am trying to treasure each moment with them. But sometimes I find it hard to be patient. I can't wait to see our baby girl and to have her here with us.

Pumpkin Farm

For the last few weeks, we've been counting down the days until our trip to the pumpkin farm. My boys just love going to see the pumpkins, going on the hay ride, and playing in the dried corn at the farm. Their cousins joined us again which made the day even more special. It was a little chilly, but that didn't stop us from having a great time.

Our trip to California

A few weekends ago, Tim and I traveled without our boys to California to visit some good friends. Amy and Jeff live a few hours outside of San Francisco, so Tim and I got to spend a few hours visting the city before heading to our friends' home. We drove through some of those crazy, hilly streets, walked around Fisherman's Wharf, and enjoyed some yummy chocolate ice cream at Ghiradeli square. I had never been to San Franciso so I thought it was really interesting.
After our afternoon in the big city, we drove through farmland to the small town where our friends live. It was so fun to see where they live and even more exciting was meeting their sweet baby girl that was born about six months ago. We had lots of fun playing with their four-year old boy, Jonathan, as well.
Amy and Jeff took us to see Yosemite and that turned out to be quite an adventure. Once we got to the park, it started snowing and then turned into a rainy mist. We weren't about to do quite as much as we had planned in the magnificient park, but we were still able to get a glimpse of God's amazing creation. Someday, I'd love to go back with our friends and bring all of our kiddos.
The trip ended with a nice dinner out. Amy and Jeff got a babysitter and treated us to a delicious dinner. It was so great to be with our dear friends!

me in front of Ghiradelli square
Half Dome, a well-known mountain peak in Yosemite, is behind us trying to peak through the clouds.

my sweet friend, Amy

The four of us before going out to dinner

Down the Red Clay Road

My mom is one of eight. I'm beginning to think that's pretty neat. I'm not saying I want to have eight children, but I love seeing all of her brothers and sisters together, hearing their stories, and being back at her family's farm.

She grew up in a tiny town in Southern Alabama on a farm. Her dad was a farmer, her mom was a teacher, and together they raised eight children. There's quite an age gap in some of the kids, so my mom and her little brother were like their own family unit with her parents. My mom's little brother, Mark, was her best friend, and tragically she lost him when he was only 15. In his memory and her honor, we chose the name Mark for Wesley's middle name. I have always wished I could have known her little brother who I can't help believe would have been one of my favorite uncles.

We made a recent trip back to Southern Alabama to be with my mom and her brothers and sisters while they buried another one of their brothers. It was a sad reason to get together, but I'm thankful for the time spent with my mom and Sam, and my aunts, uncles and cousins.

There is not a lot to do in this tiny town, but some of our extended family has a small house on the lake. For a week of every summer during my childhood, we traveled to AL to see my grandmother. We stayed in this lake house, and I learned how to ski on this lake. So, it holds some neat memories for me. It's fun to take the boys there and to relive some of those memories. It's especially neat to do that with my mom.

Not a lot of excitment awaited me as a teenage girl on a 12-hour car ride to that small town where my mom was raised, but now I'm beginning to learn there are many lessons to be learned down those red clay roads. I hope my children will grow to love them as I now do.

Nana and Graham before bedtime

on the pier in front of the lakehouse

my mom with her brothers and sisters

When I need to be reminded...

Today has been a long day, and I'm tired. It's days like these that I doubt. Should we really bring another child into our home? Am I really prepared to parent a child who has been born in another country?

It's days like these that I cry out to God and ask Him to remind me, to reassure me, to give me affirmation. He always does! When I ask Him, He is quick to answer and tell me our daughter is waiting for us. If it were not for His gentle hand leading me, I would have given up months ago.

Tonight, after I prayed that familiar prayer, I checked our Adoption Fellowship Group's blog and found this video. It was just what I needed to be reminded to press on, to not let fear stop me, and to not give up. Our daughter is waiting for us. And so are many other children. They are waiting for others who are willing to open their hearts and give them a home.

Pause the music on my blog, and scroll down at the bottom of this page to see the video.

Our Family Vacation

Last week, we took a little vacation to the beach in Florida. It was a nice break from reality. Graham and Wesley had a good time at the beach and with each other. It did rain a little but not enough to stop us from having lots of time on the beach.

On the way home, we stopped to visit my Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary in Andulsia, AL where my mom grew up. Uncle Joe raises horses and grows pine trees on the family farm, so Graham and Wesley had fun seeing the farm. Uncle Joe showing Graham the tractor

Graham took this picture of the horses.

Uncle Joe telling Tim and Wesley about the horses

Just a few pictures from the beach...

Wesley didn't want to get too close to the ocean but he loved playing in the sand.

Our little photographer, Graham, took this shot of us.

Wesley and I were walking out to the beach to meet Graham and Tim.

Graham and Tim made lots of creations with the shovels in the sand.

sweet boy

The boys thought it was fun to float their toys around the pool on the boogie boards.

Wesley can't leave home without his beloved tractor.

I love this shot.

Graham was much more adventurous in the ocean this year.

A nice shopping area with restaurants and this great fountain were close to the beach where we stayed. We made lots of great memories and can't wait to go back.

Rain or Shine

We are so thankful for our friends that put in many hours of hard work to make the sale a success.

We were amazed at the number and generousity of donations.

The night before the sale, the garage was overflowing.

Despite a little rain, the yard sale was a success. The biggest blessing of the day was feeling the love of our friends who showed their support by helping with the sale and coming out to shop in the sale. It was a day full of emotions: humility, gratitude, exhaustion, and feeling so loved.

Thank you!!

Yard Sale Tomorrow-Hopefully!

Some thoughtful friends from church have planned and organized a yard sale to benefit our adoption. It is scheduled for tomorrow, and many hours of hard work have been put into this sale. Please pray that it doesn't rain in the morning.

We are overwhelmed by the generousity and love of so many people in the area that have donated items for the sale, and we are so thankful for our friends who are making it all happen. It is a true labor of love and our hearts will always be grateful.

If you are in the area, please come by the sale. It will take place in Chenoweth subdivision off of Concord Road from 7am until 2pm. The address is 9489 Ashford Place.

I'll let you know how it goes. We have already been so blessed just seeing everyone come together for this sale.

Without his love, where would I be?

From the warm day in May when Tim placed the ring on my finger, I have never had any ounce of doubt that he was the man God had for me to marry. A few years earlier though, I said goodbye to him thinking I was to marry someone called into missions. Now, looking back it makes me smile. For now my eyes are opened and as the story of our family is unraveling, I can see how perfectly God created him for me.

If this adoption had been my idea, it would not be happening this soon. My husband was the one that was ready to adopt long before I was. He has been the one to spend many, many hours working on paperwork. He has been the one to email our social worker each week, to set goals for each week, and to write a letter asking for support from our friends and family. He has been a rock, and I’ve been shifting sand.

Several times, I’ve questioned him, “Are we doing the right thing? Are you sure about this?” His answer is always firm, always certain.

And, so, I smile…I smile thinking of God’s amazing ways. He, even more than Tim, is always firm, always certain, always right. In His infinite wisdom, He perfectly and creatively paired us together. He knew I would need someone to share the same passions and dreams for our family. He knew I would need a partner to share the Gospel to our friends, our neighbors, and most of all, our children.

Don’t you think Tim is a missionary? Aren't we all really "called" to missions, to spreading the good news of the Gospel near and far? Don’t you think I really did marry someone pursuing a life of missions? I married someone who has a heart for the lost, a heart for the fatherless, and a heart for those in need.

No, he’s not always perfect, and I’m glad. Every time he messes up, I’m reminded of the One who is perfect, the only One who can truly meet my needs.

I’m so thankful for Tim, and I’m so thankful God knew what He was doing when He put us together over 10 years ago.

Our Truck Boy

Wesley has always loved trucks, cars, and any other motorized vehicles. He makes his daddy proud! One of his first words was "tractor". He couldn't say ball or other simple words but he said "tractor" over and over again.

He made us laugh the other day. I took the boys to meet Tim for dinner at Moe's. When we arrived in the parking lot, Tim was already waiting there in a Titan-the big Nissan truck. I got Wesley out of the car, and he ran around to where the truck was. He looked at the truck, got a huge grin on his face, and said, "Tite...Liiiiike!" It was kind of one of those things that you probably had to be there to hear his voice inflection and see the look on his face, but Tim and I are still talking about it and laughing.

As Wesley's cousin, Drew, would say, "You funny, Wesley, you funny." (Right, Nana?)

While I was gone...

While I was lounging around the pool, going out to eat, and doing lots of chatting with my girlfriends a few weeks ago in Charlottesville, this is what my boys were doing. Does it surprise you? Tim sent me these pictures for the blog. If there are any men that read my blog, enjoy!

We love dessert!

enjoying smores after dinner

Are you wondering what Graham has on? He found an old swimming suit that has the floaties built in and decided to wear it to dinner.

Peace, Love, and BFF's

The title of this blog post was inspired by this sweet little girl and her shirt. This weekend, I drove to Charlottesville, VA to be a part of an annual girls' weekend with my three dearest friends from middle school/high school. Christine, who has been one of my best friends since sixth grade, moved with her family to Charlottesville a year ago to start a church. We enjoyed seeing her home, her new city, and her sweet family. We spent a lot of time talking, eating, walking, and talking some more. It was a great weekend, a great get-away, and a great reminder of the blessing of friends.

These girls have known me for almost twenty years. We've been through a lot together: youth group camps and mission trips, marching band practices in the summer heat, seeing boyfriends come and go, college days, lots of emails back and forth, engagements, being a part of each other's weddings, pregnancies, births of our babies, new jobs, moves, more emails back and forth, struggles, and many joys. These are the friends I tell my deepest struggles to and my greatest joys. They share it all and most importantly they pray for me, encourage me, and offer godly counsel. I'm so thankful for them.

I heard this song shortly after returning from my trip and thought it described my friends perfectly.

More Than You'll Ever Know

by Watermark

...I thought about the funny ways you make me laugh,

and yet I feel like it's ok to cry with you.

Something about just bein' with you

When I leave I feel like I've been near God

And that's the way it ought to be...

'Cause you've been more than a friend to me

You fight off my enemies

'Cause you have spoken truth over my life.

And you'll never know what it means to me

Just to know you've been on your knees for me

Oh, you have blessed my life

More than you'll ever know.

A Birthday Gift

Although the packaging was a simple box with wrapping paper, what lay inside the box was no ordinary gift. This year for my 33rd birthday, my mom gave me a special gift, a gift that took a lot of letting-go on her part. The gift was a ring-a ring that has been in our family for ninety years. My mom's grandfather had given the ring to my grandmother when she was a girl. My grandmother gave the ring to my mom when she was a girl, and I've grown up seeing the ring on my mother's hand. Now, the ring is on my hand.


The ring holds a simple design-a beautiful red stone in a delicate gold setting. The beauty of the ring does not exist in its stone or setting. What makes it precious is the memories it carries.


I cannot think of my mom's hands without thinking of the ring. It was always there. So, when I look at my hand now with the ring on my finger, I feel like I'm looking at my mom's hand. It's a rather strange feeling, and I guess over time, I'll get used to seeing it on my hand. But for now, when I see the ring, I remember my mom's hands.


My mom's hands were always strong for the task set before her. Her hands were covered in dry erase marker in the evenings after a full day of teaching. Her hands were busy in the kitchen making cookies or preparing dinner. Her hands were soft, inviting, and always finding ways to help others.


Now, I am a mom and my hands are busy each day changing diapers, wiping tears, holding the hand of a little child. How will my children remember my hands?

My mom is an inspiration to me in so many ways. I hope that my children will one day remember my hands as I remember my mother's hands. More important than passing down a beautiful ring that I will always cherish, she passed down a legacy of love, faith, and truth.

Today, August 18, is my mother's birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom! As I look at my hand today and see the ring, I will say a prayer of thanksgiving for your life and the gifts you gave me. I could not have asked for a better mom.

One Step Closer

Saturday night, Tim and I had the privilege of attending a dinner hosted by our adoption agency to support the cause of orphans . It was a good time for us to be reaffirmed by God of what He's calling us to do. I go through times of feeling excited and times of feeling fearful. The past few weeks had been a fearful time for me. Every time one of my boys acted out or was especially clingy, a voice inside of me would whisper doubts into my soul. But God is faithful to remind me that He is the one in charge and He is leading us.

A good friend reminded me that often times in the Bible God answers a question that someone asks with a statement about Himself. Think of when Moses asked God, "Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?" God answered not with a comment about Moses' ability but with the statement about Himself, "I will be with you."

Another example is the story of the woman at the well. When the Samaritan woman asks Jesus how he could ask her for a drink, he responds by telling her about the gift of God in the living water.

I need to hear that it's not up to me.

The guest artist for Saturday's dinner was Britt Nicole. I loved the song she sang "Set the World on Fire." Thus, it is on my play list now. In it she says, "I am small but You are big enough. I am weak but You are strong enough to take my dreams and give them wings." She ended the evening sharing these verses from 1 Chronicles 28:20...

...Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you...

Throughout the evening on Saturday, the faces of sweet children that have been adopted would fill a screen that was set up close to our table. A few of the speakers were adoptive fathers that had traveled to orphanages in different countries and had been moved by the children living there. They spoke of the children's great longings to have a daddy and to be a part of a family. They would cry out to the men visiting the orphanage, "Papa," hoping one of them was there to take them home. As the evening went on, my heart longed for our daughter and for the children who so desperately want to have a home. The number of orphans in the world is astounding, but the statistics say if just 7% of those who call themselves Christians adopted one child each, there would be no more orphans in the world. Amazing! I'm not saying all Christians have an obligation to adopt just as not all Christians should be foreign missionaries. I do hope that those who feel God tugging their hearts toward adoption will listen.

Today was our last visit with our social worker for the home study. She hopes to have our home study complete by the end of this month. It's a good feeling to have this part of the journey almost complete. We are one step closer to seeing our little girl...

just a little closer to bringing her home. When she cries, "Papa", may she be embraced by her daddy in our home.

Our County Fair

Going to the county fair is something we look forward to every year. The fair in our county is fairly small, but it has some great activities for the kids. The boys enjoyed the hands-on farm activity for kids. They also had fun looking at all of the farm animals, watching a dog/frisbee show, BMX bike stunt show, juggler and seeing the fireworks at the end of the night. It was a late night for us, but it was well worth it.

enjoying the snacks at the farm area for kids

Graham got to ride one ride. He chose the motorcycle ride and had a blast.

Can you tell we are excited to have a new camera!!