Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sunday Snapshot: The Long Weekend


With an extra hour on the clock and a 2 year old who can't tell time, we had extra time together this weekend!

This included tricycle riding at 5 AM, finally carving that pumpkin, drawing with chalk when our tummies told us it was supposed to be lunch time, and passing out in Baba's arms.

Sunday Snapshot: The Long Weekend


With an extra hour on the clock and a 2 year old who can't tell time, we had extra time together this weekend!

This included tricycle riding at 5 AM, finally carving that pumpkin, drawing with chalk when our tummies told us it was supposed to be lunch time, and passing out in Baba's arms.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Letter To An Unknown Birth Mother

I once read that a child's birthday really celebrates the mother, more than the child, or so it should. I want you to know that I thought about you today, in the middle of the excitement of aunts and uncles and grandparents and cake and too many gifts. I wish there was a way to let you know that she is doing well, better than that, really.
She is thriving.

I know you must be beautiful, because she is gorgeous. You must be intelligent, because she is quick to learn and very very clever. I know you have a big heart because you loved her enough to give her a chance at life when you couldn't give her that chance yourself, and you should know, she has your huge heart. Experts might say that a just-turned-2 year old is not capable of empathy, but when someone she loves is feeling sad or sick, she readily shares her toys or hugs, trying to elicit a smile. In fact, she is full of smiles, songs, hugs and kisses, giggles, teases and creativity. She is athletic and coordinated, a good dancer. She loves learning and reading and is fiercely independent but sweetly vulnerable.

Thank you a million times over for the gift of your daughter. Our daughter.