Day two: sick little rose

Day two began much like day one: in the hotel restaurant with crepes, preserves and strong east european coffee. Side note: if you have ever had Turkish coffee, they are quite similar. EE coffee is like Turkish coffee’s weaker cousin. The first morning Brian had like four cups and all I can say is that…

Meeting our miracle: Day one

For four years I have tried to focus my energy on the light at the end of the tunnel: the moment when someone who spoke a language that I didn’t know walked into the room I was waiting in and handed me the child I had been praying for. I thought I knew what it…

Halfway to Africa

In THREE days we leave for a place we did not plan on visiting, a non-descript European country that we’ve passed over on the map a million times while tracing the trip we would one day take to Ethiopia. I would repeat the name and think “hmmm… that appears to be about the half way…

wait…wait…wait… GO NOW

As we settled into a more anxious season of waiting, I began to acknowledge a couple of truths. One: Due to the August shut down, we would not be travelling this month. Two: I also would not receive our official written referral, the magic piece of paper that both gives us permission to travel and…

Get out of your own way.

  I am a comfort eater and foster care requires a lot of comforting. In the 17 months since we became licensed I have gained 24 lbs. To be clear: I did not, under any circumstance, need to do anything but lose weight. Gaining was not really on any advisable “healthy me” plan and yet,…

Don’t blink. No really. I promise.

When I held my very first baby, when my most delicate parts had been carefully stitched back together, when my tears would flow every time she showed signs of hunger because feeding her was excruciating, when I found myself on the couch crying and remembering the carefree life I had experienced just days before, when…