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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with multiple people's insistence i finally re-read and re-evaluated a retreat that is going on this march in ga.&amp;nbsp; one of the sweet adoptive hopefuls we met at our bethany seminar last year is planning to attend and asked me if i'd join her!&amp;nbsp; kierstin had mentioned it to me a while back and i just had too much going on to even consider it.&amp;nbsp; however, after i read back over the website, the offerings, and re-watched the video - i knew i just had to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so, this march i'll be heading to ga with cherie to go to the "created for care" seminar at lake lanier.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://createdforcare.org/upcoming-retreats/march-2012-retreat/" target="_blank"&gt;Created for Care&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a retreat for adoptive hopefuls and adoptive moms who've been called into this wonderful journey.&amp;nbsp; while on the life long journey there's a great need for support, friendship, and a close connection with friends and with God.&amp;nbsp; this retreat hopes to supply&amp;nbsp;women walking&amp;nbsp;the journey of adoption&amp;nbsp;with as many of these tools and links as possible.&amp;nbsp; i'm looking forward to an amazing weekend with friends (some i've never met in person), a wealth of resources and information to download, and a stronger connection to God and what he's calling me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*photo taken from snapshot of the created for care video on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-2665575396071273236?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/EqIJ2Xxl9dI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/EqIJ2Xxl9dI/created-for-care-march-retreat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVsL6y2NIMk/TyijKpLvqmI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ky7_ckqO_Xg/s72-c/cfc.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2012/01/created-for-care-march-retreat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-188270746654431132</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T00:19:49.807-05:00</atom:updated><title>11 Random Things</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kelly over at &lt;a href="http://fromemptywombtooverflowingheart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;From Empty Womb to Overflowing Heart...&lt;/a&gt; tagged me in a little survey. I could not resist, so here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Post these rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. You must post 11 random things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Answer the questions set for you in their post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Go to their blog and tell them you've tagged them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Tag up to 11 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 11 Random Things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. I love France and I love French things. I love the look of French country homes and decor. I always love the look of linen and old woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. The beach is my favorite place on earth. The waves crashing on the shore, the smell of the salt air, and the warmth of the sun are the most amazing things on the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Our dogs are driving me insane. They've been a little jealous of Daxton's arrival. We're having lots of accidents in the house and lots of fighting between the two of them. Iliana is sick with a brain tumor and is being treated for this and some personality issues, so the sisters (dogs) are pretty much separated at all times. Having to keep them apart, work, take care of the house, and help Daxton grow can sometimes be a lot in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. I'm 2012 Yelp Elite. If you don't know what Yelp is, you probably don't care about this. However, since you see my love for food (below) you'll know how big of a deal this is to me. I grew up with my father having a food inspection job for a fast food chain (which shall remain nameless), so I was used to ordering food, photographing food, and writing reviews. It was just natural that I would end up loving to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. I always wished I could play the violin. One year Will rented me a violin for a present. I (surprise) did not want to learn to read the music, so I never learned to play more than a few notes. I love the way they sound, the lines of the wood, and the thought of it, but I guess I am too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. I hate bugs. I cannot stand to see them in or around our house. I hate spraying chemicals (and have not done it since Dax was here), but I am certainly researching chemical free warfare against bugs. NC is not very good at getting cold enough to kill bugs in the winter, so they just want to come inside our house. How rude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. I love antiques. I love old things and things with a history. Going to antique stores, auctions, and yard sales is fun. Just thinking about where these things have been and repurposing things is something I've always loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. I hope to one day have a home filled with all original artwork. My aunt is an artist who has done just this. Just this past December she told me that she has over 1000 pieces of original artwork. I would rather have nothing on my walls than something that I don't love, treasure, or get some emotion from. I wanted to start Dax off right by painting a large painting for his room, and I am so glad that he'll have that to wake up to every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. I love projects. I love to redecorate, paint, and do little make overs. It's fun for me to paint a wall and totally transform a space. Will used to come home from working late and I would have painted the dining room another color. He got used to the ever changing palate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Some of my favorite childhood memories were building things with my dad in the garage. We'd spend hours upon hours and weeks upon weeks working on school projects like a Native American Indian Village, a 3 foot tall active volcano, or a shoe box of planets. I loved that he got so into it and how people would react to my life sized projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. Third Day is my current favorite band. I LOVE them and was so excited for our December 2nd concert tickets this past winter. However, as the concert dates got closer we were contacted and told that the show was cancelled and postponed until May of 2012. Now I have to wait until May to rock out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly's 11 Random Questions For Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Favorite thing to do in your "spare" time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photography. I love cameras of all types and I love taking and looking at pictures. I took photography in college, but my camera was not digital and I feel like I need to take some classes to fully learn how to use my latest Canon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palazzo Terranova - Perugia, Italy. I loved the show Debbie Travis' Painted House. One one episode Debbie painted the rooms in a bed and breakfast in Italy. Ever since I saw the episode husband and I have dreamed of taking a trip and staying at this b&amp;amp;b. Of course I also want to ride bikes through a cobble stone street. I am sure we could do that there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. If you could choose any dream job what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I would love to own a gift store. My mom owns a gift store and I always admired her for it. I would have white walls, white wood floors, white flowing linen curtains, and lots of colorful artisan designed home decor and gift items. Not that I have thought about that a lot or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. If you have a guilty pleasure, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eating. I eat a lot. I eat too much. I love food. I love all kinds of food. I love to cook. I love to go out to eat. I love how food looks and taking pictures of it. Anything about food, centered around food, or focused on food is fun and pleasurable for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. What has been the hardest question you've been confronted with regarding your child's adoption?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So far we have not had too many difficult questions about Daxton being a member of our family. I think the strangest thing that happened was on the second visit to meet with Dax's birth mother. We went to a local mall to meet "L". While we waited we stood by a sign with Dax in his stroller. A very odd lady came up to us and started asking us about buying toys for a two year old for Christmas. We had no suggestions, but chatted with what we could tell her about gifts for 8 and 12 year old boys. She was about to leave and mosey on when she turned back and asked us if "he" was "ours"? My husband and I both looked at each other, then looked at her, and confirmed - Yes. Yes, he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. If you could meet anyone dead or alive, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If I could "meet" anyone dead or alive I would chose to have one last meeting with my Grandma Taylor. I wish she could meet Daxton. I wish I could tell her how much I loved her and how much I miss her. She passed away unexpectedly some time ago and I don't think my family ever got over it. She was a dear sweet woman who lived with a lot of emotional pain that I was too young to understand. Now that I know what haunted her so much I just wish I could hug and love on her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Favorite restaurant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Where do I begin? I love going out to eat, so I pretty much have a favorite restaurant of every type of food. Name a cuisine and I have a favorite location in mind. If I had to pick just one favorite restaurant it would have to be Nana's in Durham, NC. Will and I went there for our 10 year wedding anniversary and had an amazingly wonderful dinner that we'll never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. What book are you currently reading or do you want to read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am not a reader. I am more of a flip through a magazine and look at the pictures type gal. I will actually not even read recipes if they are too long. I hope that I can teach Daxton to love books a lot more than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. If you struggled with IF, do you ever feel that people regard your decision to adopt as a "last resort" or "second best"? If so, how do you deal with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have not had anyone confront me about this topic, but I think most of my friends truly understand the journey that we went on to end up where we are now. Dealing with IF (being in the land of IF) was just a stepping stone that helped us get to this moment in time. If we had not had the miscarriages we had, the allergic reactions we had with infertility treatments, and met the people we did along our adoption journey then Daxton would not be our son. I don't think anyone can ever lessen the fact that your child is your child, regardless of how you got pregnant or came to be their parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. What's to your immediate left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nightstand. Embarrassingly covered in too many things. Two tervis tumblers half full of water, Daxton's reflux medicine, Daxton's nail clippers, Daxton's socks, my hair brush, Target coupons, lotion, a candle, my fan, and a Putumayo cd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. If someone gave you 1 million dollars, how would you use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We'd first pay off our debt (including our home loan), purchase a car for me (since I don't have one), put money aside for Daxton's college, and then see how we could assist our families, Daxton's birthfamily, and our church. I know that amount of money seems like a lot, but I am sure it would be gone before you could blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 People Tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Cat at &lt;a href="http://catsfilibuster.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cat's Litterbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. The Mommy at &lt;a href="http://carstensmom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Our Red Threads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Melodie at &lt;a href="http://ourgrowingfamily02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blessed Beyond Measure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Amy at &lt;a href="http://kazamy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Our Journey Together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Grace at &lt;a href="http://chois-r-us.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Chois-R-Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Tracy at &lt;a href="http://alwaysandforeverours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Always and Forever Ours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Rachel at &lt;a href="http://uncaandrachie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Johnathan and Rachel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Jonelle at &lt;a href="http://somewhereinthemiddlewithyou.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Somewhere in the Middle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Jeny at &lt;a href="http://jenyspaghetti.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Smiling Through the Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Rebekah at &lt;a href="http://rebekahpinchback.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heart Cries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. Angel at &lt;a href="http://thevoiceofadventure.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Voice of Adventure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 Questions For the People I've Tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. What's your favorite way to spend a Saturday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Where is your favorite vacation destination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. If you could only eat one food item for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. If you could be the parent of as many children as you wanted, how many would you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. What's your favorite scent, smell, or fragrance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. What do you have on your feet right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. What's your favorite childhood memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Do you like your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. What did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. What's your current favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. Are you as close with your friends now as you were when you were younger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No hard feelings if you've been tagged and you don't have time to participate! I'd just love to get to learn more about you and what makes you tick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-188270746654431132?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/acvc4W2GXqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/acvc4W2GXqU/11-random-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-vkt1weqkE/TyIwJjbDNaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/lz2zbxdOhAY/s72-c/DaxandDaddy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2012/01/11-random-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-6774133626576981917</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-16T17:03:57.139-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>Lord, teach us how to pray</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a lesson from a sermon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"have you ever prayed for something and not gotten what you prayed for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;have you ever thanked Jesus for&amp;nbsp;NOT giving you what you asked for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we were asked why we pray.&amp;nbsp; the general consensus was "to get stuff".&amp;nbsp; but after hearing the lesson - we see it's because we know our Father will only give us what we need.&amp;nbsp; we're praying for "YOUR" kingdom come - not "MY" kingdom come.&amp;nbsp; listening to this - i mean&amp;nbsp;REALLY listening to this - hit me hard.&amp;nbsp; i have vividly haunting memories of being at work in the last bathroom stall praying to God that i was not having a miscarriage.&amp;nbsp; i prayed to God&amp;nbsp;that i would do anything He wanted me to do if He would just let me keep this baby.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that was 8 years ago, but i can remember it like it was just&amp;nbsp;an hour prior.&amp;nbsp;at the time i could not understand why i could not have what i asked for.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i was not praying for a new car, or a house, or a new cell phone - but i was still praying for something that i wanted.&amp;nbsp; i&amp;nbsp;was praying for my will to be done. &amp;nbsp;not what God wanted and knew i needed.&amp;nbsp; it hit me hard because i knew, sitting there listening to this sermon that if God had given me what i wanted then, i probably would not be Dax's mommy now.&amp;nbsp; that stirred up a wave in me that's pretty hard to digest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i thank Jesus that i was not given what i thought i needed in 2004, or in 2008, and thank&amp;nbsp;God that&amp;nbsp;He gave me Dax&amp;nbsp;because he's more than i could have ever dreamed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-6774133626576981917?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/rJNcfLW_9PU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/rJNcfLW_9PU/lord-teach-us-how-to-pray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lhHdytnRLU/TxSTFBx5T1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/6S7HjwuVpFo/s72-c/eyelashes6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2012/01/lord-teach-us-how-to-pray.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-3470953208677618763</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-08T21:57:04.295-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>two months</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been two months since daxton was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been two months since this sweet boy found his way into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been two months since our hearts grew exponentially with a love we never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's terribly difficult to believe how time has flown.&amp;nbsp; we constantly ask ourselves where our newborn baby went.&amp;nbsp; daxton is growing every day.&amp;nbsp; it seems that sometime overnight last week he sprouted out of his newborn clothes.&amp;nbsp; he seems to be stretching out.&amp;nbsp; he's still wearing size 1 diapers, but his legs, arms, and feet are too big for the footie pajamas that have become his favorites.&amp;nbsp; we packed them away this weekend and added some 0 - 3 month pajamas to his rotation.&amp;nbsp; we'll go for his two month check up tomorrow where we'll offiicially learn how much he weighs and how long he's actually gotten. will tried to weigh him at Christmas, but it was difficult to tell where he was at and we thought he was over 10lbs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he spends more of his days awake admiring the world around him.&amp;nbsp; he seems to be having fun just soaking it all in.&amp;nbsp; he's fascinated by the birds that hang from the light fixture over the kitchen table, is very fond of the ceiling fans we have in several rooms in our house, and loves to see mommy and daddy's faces!&amp;nbsp; he's happy laying on his playmat and working his arms and legs.&amp;nbsp; he likes to be held up and using his legs to push, push, push off!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he's showing us his personality and loves to smile, laugh, and giggle.&amp;nbsp; he loves to flash his dimples.&amp;nbsp; he's talking to us more and carrying on all sorts of conversations.&amp;nbsp; when&amp;nbsp; he wakes up from a deep sleep we call him a dinosaur.&amp;nbsp; he'll let out a roar just to let you know he's stretching into action!&amp;nbsp; he arches his back, throws his arms up over his head, and lets out a yell!&amp;nbsp; s-t-r-e-t-c-h!&amp;nbsp; when he's playing on his mat he'll coo and babble about all sorts of things.&amp;nbsp; he likes me to fill in the narratives and then he adlibs the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been&amp;nbsp;two months&amp;nbsp;of adjusting to new sleep patterns, living with another person, and new routines in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been&amp;nbsp;two months&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;475 diaper changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been&amp;nbsp;two months of 501&amp;nbsp;bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been two months of cuddling, rocking, and loving on our boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been&amp;nbsp;two months&amp;nbsp;of the purest joy you'd ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-3470953208677618763?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/iAIyIvcW9Ew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/iAIyIvcW9Ew/two-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nU8xwuxfH4/TwpOmMuogTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ImrzEV7GJ2o/s72-c/8weeks4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-months.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-1272456681246757033</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-31T23:02:49.625-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">assurance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>open adoption - full hearts</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a blog prompt from "production, not reproduction" suggested bloggers to consider "what did you learn about open adoption in 2011?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.productionnotreproduction.com/2011/12/open-adoption-roundtable-33.html" target="_blank"&gt;(production, not reproduction)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; we learned a hell of a lot!&amp;nbsp; we started this adoption process being terrified of open adoption.&amp;nbsp; in 2009 we did not even want to consider working with agencies that were only filling open adoption plans.&amp;nbsp; in 2010 we filled out our paperwork knowing that we "needed" to do an open adoption, but not fully believing we'd be able to do it&amp;nbsp;with our full hearts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;through a series of people we met, seminars we attended, the agency we selected, the social worker we were blessed in working with, and the longing of my adopted sister to know her birth parents - we knew we needed to be part of an open adoption.&amp;nbsp; but, while we needed to do it - we still did not fully want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if you read back through this blog from its inception you'd see how unbelievably scared we were regarding open adoption.&amp;nbsp; we were scared because we were threatened.&amp;nbsp; threatened that the child we adopted would never fully be our own.&amp;nbsp; threatened that this child that we adopted would never be able to call me "mommy".&amp;nbsp; threatened that the child we adopted would never love us as much as they'd love their biological parents.&amp;nbsp; we were threatened because we were uneducated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when we talk to others who have not experienced an open adoption they're where we were last year.&amp;nbsp; it's just a place of not knowing.&amp;nbsp; it's just a place of being unable to imagine.&amp;nbsp; it's just a place of fear.&amp;nbsp; it's just a place of not being able to understand how it could work.&amp;nbsp; we still cannot believe we came from this dark cold place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you see, now - we're in a place of warmth and light.&amp;nbsp; a place where our baby lives knowing the love of our family and his birth family.&amp;nbsp; it's an amazing place where the things we have in common are a love and longing for daxton to grow up, be happy, be healthy, and be loved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;daxton's birth mother is a part of our life.&amp;nbsp; we email back and forth with her at least 3 times a week.&amp;nbsp; we've met her for a visit in her home, a visit to see santa, and dinner.&amp;nbsp; we were never threatened by her in these meetings.&amp;nbsp; she's able to see him, hold him, hug him, and love him.&amp;nbsp; we were actually nervous that we'd let her down.&amp;nbsp; we were nervous that she'd be less than impressed with our parenting skills - something we did or said.&amp;nbsp; we were nervous that she'd regret picking us to be dax's parents.&amp;nbsp; however, she never said anything of the sorts.&amp;nbsp; she's sweet.&amp;nbsp; she's kind.&amp;nbsp; she's loving.&amp;nbsp; she is not a threat to us.&amp;nbsp; she wants the best for us.&amp;nbsp; she wants daxton to be happy with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we're so glad we did not let fear overcome our adoption plans and ruin our chances at being the parents of this wonderful little boy.&amp;nbsp; if we were not willing to open our lives up to a birth family we would have turned our backs on raising this amazingly beautiful child.&amp;nbsp; if we were not willing to risk being nervous and being threatened we never would have met this sweet boy we call our son.&amp;nbsp; his birth mother wanted an open adoption and she only looked at profile books from families who were willing to share their lives with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;open adoption is the way we can show daxton that his birth mother loves him.&amp;nbsp; he'll see her four times a year.&amp;nbsp; he'll send her notes, cards, and pictures.&amp;nbsp; he'll be able to talk to her if he needs to.&amp;nbsp; he'll really know why she chose to place him with us.&amp;nbsp; closed adoption leaves questions unanswered.&amp;nbsp; closed adoption leaves doors closed and leaves adopted children full of wondering why.&amp;nbsp; we've learned that opening ourselves up to the open adoption is something that our hearts just needed time to work through.&amp;nbsp; we learned that doing this for daxton really helped us become more secure, more assured, and less nervous in the process.&amp;nbsp; we learned how helpful it is for daxton's birth mother to heal by seeing him, visiting with him, and hearing how he is progressing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's all worth it, and we're so thankful we are where we are with our full hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-1272456681246757033?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/Hu1NdxbY_D4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/Hu1NdxbY_D4/open-adoption-full-hearts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy33dxDNDME/Tv_Taevy9oI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5xrZcEtK4Vc/s72-c/Daxy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/12/open-adoption-full-hearts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-5342990520967590165</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T21:54:15.949-05:00</atom:updated><title>merry christmas</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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luke 2:11&lt;br /&gt;
"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;
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we wish you and your family a merry christmas and a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://uncaandrachie.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-2-4.html?showComment=1324605297884#c5076562884928560368" target="_blank"&gt;Blessing from God.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-3348587093159778922?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/pTWhEVmjM48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/pTWhEVmjM48/god-is-amazing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/12/god-is-amazing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-3184426153162260412</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T23:24:52.982-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>smiles and giggles</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dax has had a good couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; he's progressing quickly and it's hard to believe he's almost 6 weeks old!&amp;nbsp; he is starting to spend a lot more time investigating his surroundings, reacting to our silliness, and making cute noises.&amp;nbsp; (we still laugh every time he tooties!)&amp;nbsp; in the past week he has started smiling a lot more and we'll get smiles and even a giggle out of him when he thinks we are being funny or when we tickle on his belly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he's very active and loves to wave his arms, kick his legs, and press on things with his feet.&amp;nbsp; he loves to pet on the back of his head, rubbing his hair, when his head is turned to the side.&amp;nbsp; he also likes to put his thumb between his pointer and middle finger when he really gets going on his bottle.&amp;nbsp; he's only fussy when he makes his poopies, he's gone too long without his lunch, or he's gassy.&amp;nbsp; the opthamologist is going to wait and watch his left eye and says that since he is using it&amp;nbsp;(even though it is not opening all of the way)&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;could wait and&amp;nbsp;see him again at 6 months.&amp;nbsp; he had his circumcision last week and his follow up for that tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; he'll be happy there will be no more doctor visits until january!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;saturday we had the blessing of spending the evening with dax's birth mother and brother.&amp;nbsp; we met them at a local mall and waited in line to visit santa.&amp;nbsp; the line was long and they plunked down the "santa's going to feed the reindeer" sign about 4 families in front of us.&amp;nbsp; dax's brother was patient as a little boy could be, but the wait was long, and even i got antsy!&amp;nbsp; dax was busy sleeping and his birth mom held him and eyed his growth and progress since she'd seen him last month.&amp;nbsp; she could not believe how big he'd gotten and how much heavier he was to hold!&amp;nbsp; we finally made it to the front of the line and got a picture of the two boys with santa.&amp;nbsp; dax's brother was so excited to tell santa exactly what he wanted this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after a visit with santa we decided to head to cpk to get some pizza.&amp;nbsp; we all shared dinner together and were impressed with dax's brother's dinner time grace!&amp;nbsp; he is such a smart and sweet boy!&amp;nbsp; dax kept sleeping through dinner and we tried to get him to wake up so he could visit.&amp;nbsp; he finally gave his birth mom and brother his best one eyed exam, but he did not give them the giggly dax we've met this week.&amp;nbsp; hopefully he'll be&amp;nbsp;less of a sleepy head&amp;nbsp;next time we meet up!&amp;nbsp; after dinner we drove them home and gave them the presents dax had picked out for them for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; we gave hugs and said our "see you laters" until we can meet up again this spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dax's birth mom seems to be doing a lot better and we're so glad we were able to spend so much time with them.&amp;nbsp; she was wearing a necklace we gave her in the hospital and it always melts my heart when i see it on her neck.&amp;nbsp; i don't know if she wears it all of the time, but just the fact that she wears it when she sees us is good enough for me.&amp;nbsp; she sent us a wonderful email&amp;nbsp;that night before we could make it home, and we're just so thankful that she found us and picked us to be dax's parents!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dax's birth father signed all of his paperwork this past week and we got everything in the mail on saturday.&amp;nbsp; we were excited to learn more about his birth father and to know that he also wanted dax to be with us.&amp;nbsp; it felt good to have this one last piece of the puzzle!&amp;nbsp; he noted in the paper work that he would like a relationship with dax, and that made us feel good!&amp;nbsp; it's going to be the best Christmas ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-3184426153162260412?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/iN1vMLNF-4E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/iN1vMLNF-4E/smiles-and-giggles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgcWGjBQnuQ/TvAHEgyJ0_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/axTGQMr_D7o/s72-c/Dax+Faces.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/12/smiles-and-giggles.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-1856255209899840548</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T18:09:08.168-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>one month</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6tomOymG28/TuFBfdZHAbI/AAAAAAAAAas/X0dInJzKkKM/s1600/Daxton+One+Month.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6tomOymG28/TuFBfdZHAbI/AAAAAAAAAas/X0dInJzKkKM/s320/Daxton+One+Month.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month since daxton was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month since this sweet boy found his way into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month since our hearts grew exponentially with a love we never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of adjusting to new sleep patterns, living with another person, and new routines in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month and he's learned to giggle, smile, and raise his head up and turn it from side to side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of feedings and he's up to 8.5lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of growing and he's now 21 inches long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of 277 diaper changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of 300 bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of wearing newborn clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of firsts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of getting our days and nights worked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of cuddling, rocking, and loving on our boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's been one month of the purest joy you'd ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's hard to believe one month in the life of daxton has passed and we cannot wait to see what month number two has in store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-1856255209899840548?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/xoHMoX_tk7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/xoHMoX_tk7Q/one-month.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6tomOymG28/TuFBfdZHAbI/AAAAAAAAAas/X0dInJzKkKM/s72-c/Daxton+One+Month.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-month.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-6631146247122540466</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-06T17:06:02.374-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>time</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;where do you get enough of it?&amp;nbsp; how does it go so quickly when you don't want it too, but pass so slowly when you wish it would be over?&amp;nbsp; how do you use your time wisely?&amp;nbsp; how do you make the most of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we've been pretty busy just being a family.&amp;nbsp; on thanksgiving we made a feast to feed the entire "who forest", but there were only two of us here to eat it.&amp;nbsp; we dirtied every pot, pan, and cooking utensil in the property and then had to run four loads of dishes to wash it all!&amp;nbsp; we got all dressed up to take a thanksgiving picture and then put back on our pajamas to eat our meal by the candlelight.&amp;nbsp; hey - nobody else was looking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we've been battling baby acne, cradle cap, dry skin, a baby with a gassy tummy, and now a gunky eye.&amp;nbsp; we've gone to the pediatrician once for the acne and put a call in this morning about the eye.&amp;nbsp; since we have an appointment for his one month visit on thursday they told us he'd be okay until we came in for that.&amp;nbsp; until then we're just applying hot compresses and massaging the tear ducts in case they're blocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we've been on the search for diapers.&amp;nbsp; we'd decided before dax was born we were using earth's best diapers.&amp;nbsp; before he got here i found a jackpot of a clearance sale at our harris teeter store and stocked up on 12 packs of the size 1 diapers.&amp;nbsp; that was all well and good, but he still wears newborn!&amp;nbsp; we had diapers brought to us from ohio (thanks kathy) and have now switched to seventh generation.&amp;nbsp; they used to sell those at the grocery store, but alas when will went out at 8am on saturday morning, no newborn size!&amp;nbsp; we finally tracked down the last two packs that whole foods has.&amp;nbsp; i am praying that he will be moving on to size one when these two packs run out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that weekend after thanksgiving was our last weekend at home with no work on the agenda.&amp;nbsp; the following monday it was back to work for me.&amp;nbsp; i work upstairs so i did not have far to go.&amp;nbsp; will was under strict orders to only help me in case of an emergency.&amp;nbsp; it was my opportunity to see if i was going to be able to pull this off.&amp;nbsp; there were lots of diapers, bottles, one handed typing, wishing i had voice recognition software and a baby bjorn, but somehow we made it through.&amp;nbsp; then on wednesday will went back to work.&amp;nbsp; the thing i had not accounted for was the 2 hour lag time from the time i sign off until the time he actually gets home.&amp;nbsp; those two hours were hard.&amp;nbsp; dax was fussy and mommy was tired.&amp;nbsp; however, we've learned some tricks and this week is going more smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this past weekend started off with our first time alone away from dax.&amp;nbsp; our good friend kathy came over so we could go out for a little bit.&amp;nbsp; originally we were going to the third day concert, but it was postponed until spring.&amp;nbsp; at the last minute we decided we'd go get massages and tacos!&amp;nbsp; everyone said it was a weird combination, but that's what we like!&amp;nbsp; we talked and talked until our mouths were dry.&amp;nbsp; it was good to reconnect, relax, and have some down time.&amp;nbsp; kathy and dax fared well and we only texted to check in twice while we were out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;saturday we put up our christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; dax was excited to pick one out, but he just could not stay awake.&amp;nbsp; he slept the entire time we were on the hunt, loaded it on to the car, drove home, put it inside, cleaned up, and put on half of the decorations.&amp;nbsp; we were exhausted by the time we were done.&amp;nbsp; i don't think we'd done so much physical labor on such restricted sleep thus far!&amp;nbsp; however, when we finally put it up dax seemed to like the lights and the shiny ornaments.&amp;nbsp; after we got it all up and into place i think i have decided i must be allergic to it.&amp;nbsp; i cannot go near it, cannot water it, and cannot plug in the lights without having my rosacea break out and getting massively itchy forearms.&amp;nbsp; next year we're moving to artificial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;before you knew it sunday had come and we had some friends coming over from church.&amp;nbsp; our friends brought us some casseroles, fruit, desserts, and company.&amp;nbsp; we were thankful for the visitors since our&amp;nbsp;most frequent&amp;nbsp;trips out lately are to target.&amp;nbsp; it was good to spend some time with people and have dax introduced to part of our church family.&amp;nbsp; they'd helped us pray for him and his birth mother for so long, i was glad to see it all come full circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sunday came and went and then so did monday too.&amp;nbsp; the weekend, just like the night time, goes so quickly!&amp;nbsp; its hard to get enough family time, resting time, and chores done.&amp;nbsp; did i say the laundry was piling up?&amp;nbsp; we've been really good about dishes so we could keep all of our bottles clean, but we need to get a kick in the pants about the laundry pile!&amp;nbsp; i also need to work on thank you notes, the baby book, his baby hand print, and ordering photos!&amp;nbsp; i just need more time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-6631146247122540466?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/_G8gs-xI4VA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/_G8gs-xI4VA/time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZWaE-xkaV4/Tt6P2nVI1pI/AAAAAAAAAak/-5myVnzpjas/s72-c/daxton2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/12/time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-542294918175499503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T19:13:37.167-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>thanks.giv.ing</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thanks.giv.ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;merriam-webster defines thanksgiving as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the act of giving thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a prayer expressing attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a public acknowledgement or celebration of divine goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we're going with definition number three.&amp;nbsp; our hearts are exploding with celebration with this gift of family that we've been given.&amp;nbsp; we cannot begin to express our gratitude for daxton's birth mother for the love she's shown to us and to daxton.&amp;nbsp; just saying we're thankful does not even begin to cover it.&amp;nbsp; how can you put into words something that brings you the most amazing joy you've ever known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this is it.&amp;nbsp; this is the holiday we've longed for all this time.&amp;nbsp; a time to build our own family traditions, carry down things that remind us of our own child hoods, and creating memories with and for dax.&amp;nbsp; it's still hard to believe it's all real, but for this day, this life, this gift, this treasure, this love, we give the ultimate thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-542294918175499503?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/Eo7iSGE4mPA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/Eo7iSGE4mPA/thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUR30av8fHU/Ts2JenwZmhI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/R7epXB89cN4/s72-c/Thankful3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-3880375119644178355</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-21T13:36:51.798-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>dax - day thirteen</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0HI3rte8M8/TsqSGl69qZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0tFqLNQWObA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0HI3rte8M8/TsqSGl69qZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0tFqLNQWObA/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;daxton - day thirteen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we've had lots of firsts in the past 13 days.&amp;nbsp; (in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first rain storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first car ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first trip to the pediatrician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first weight gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first stroll around the neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first meeting with nani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first meeting with pawpaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first stroll around the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first gifts received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first trip to target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first trip to starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first diaper blow out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first attempted photo shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first hiccups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first visitors welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first post-placement visit with birth mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first visit with brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first package received in his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first attempted sleep in cradle ended in first rollover on tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first arched back and holding head up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;umbilical cord fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first boys hang out with daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first doggy kiss on his toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;held first toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first attempt to throw passie across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;right now we're battling some dry skin and baby acne.&amp;nbsp; each day his dry skin gets a little better, and it does not seem to bother him a bit.&amp;nbsp; he has a suspected blocked left tear duct that the pediatrician is just watching.&amp;nbsp; he works to open a little more each day and it tends to help when we apply a warm compress a few times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he's enjoying his outdoor time and loves to go for strolls and to hang out on the screened in porch.&amp;nbsp; we're working to get him acclimated to his days and nights.&amp;nbsp; he loves to sleep the majority of the day and then wakes up ready to go around 9pm.&amp;nbsp; unfortunately we are not as much night owls as we once were, so by that time mommy and daddy are exhausted.&amp;nbsp; some nights we get a 3 or 4 hour stretch, and we're very grateful when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he really enjoys listening to music.&amp;nbsp; his favorite cd right now is "you are my flower" by elizabeth mitchell.&amp;nbsp; we all love singing "little sack of sugar" to him.&amp;nbsp; he thinks its funny when we tell him we're going to "eat him up".&amp;nbsp; he almost seems to smile and dance when we play this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he's more wonderful than we could have ever imagined.&amp;nbsp; we waited so long for a precious child, but we had no idea how much love and joy he'd bring into our lives.&amp;nbsp; we savor every minute and treasure each second we have to spend with him.&amp;nbsp; we know how lucky we are to have him in our lives.&amp;nbsp; we prayed for so long for him to find us, and we just really had no idea what we were missing until he got here.&amp;nbsp; he is the sweetest baby who rarely ever cries.&amp;nbsp; we know he only cries if he's gone too long for his bottle or if he has a dirty diaper that we have not figured out yet.&amp;nbsp; otherwise he is calm, sweet, and restful.&amp;nbsp; we praise God for every day and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we're looking forward to many more firsts with baby dax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-3880375119644178355?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/pFpvCx8tPB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/pFpvCx8tPB8/dax-day-thirteen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0HI3rte8M8/TsqSGl69qZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0tFqLNQWObA/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/11/dax-day-thirteen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-592348896851985543</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-17T21:13:30.909-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>adoption bloggers interview project</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvMcUIGWfQI/TsW-iogm9PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4ZzqwCghD00/s1600/Sunset9a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvMcUIGWfQI/TsW-iogm9PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4ZzqwCghD00/s320/Sunset9a.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i&amp;nbsp;elected to participate in the "adoption bloggers interview project 2011".&amp;nbsp; i was paired with another blogger and we were asked to read each other's blogs and create some interview questions to get to know them a little better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i had the pleasure of interviewing mandy from &lt;a href="http://missmandybeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://missmandybeth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; mandy is the mother of two children who entered her life through adoption.&amp;nbsp; mandy's blog focuses on every day struggles that most of us face.&amp;nbsp; she's a down to earth friendly person who i hope to meet one day!&amp;nbsp; cannot thank her enough for her offers of emotional support while we've been going through adjusting to life as a family of three!&amp;nbsp; she's a true sweet heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;below are some questions that i asked mandy to answer for us in this interview project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Are your adoptions open, and if so how has the openness worked out in your situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, our adoptions are both open. Our struggle has been in the levels of openness from child to child. For example, Ellie's birthparents are both very stable who were college students when she was born. Both of their families supported adoption, but we have had to have different levels of participation from each of them. Ellie's birthmother and her family see Ellie at least twice a year, and we text, email, Facebook each other all the time. Anytime I send pics to my family, I send it to them. They come for Ellie's birthday each year, also. Her birthfather, on the other hand, has stepped away from us in the last couple of years, so our contact is mostly through emails and letters. His family also decided that ttey didn't want to be involved in an open adoption process, so we've had no contact with them since her birth. Sam's situation is a bit different - his birthmother was very young and from a pretty unstable environment, while his birthfather was a married father of other children. We have no contact with his birthfather, but we have annual visits with his birthmother, in addition to texts, emails, phone calls, etc. We don't feel comfortable having them in our home for various reasons, so we go to see them (about 6 hours away). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What is the best thing from your perspective about being an adoptive parent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's the opportunity to clearly see God's work and plan for our lives. How many people have children and don't stop to consider the miracle? We get to marvel at it everyday! I think if we had been able to easily conceive, we would have just continued on our own little path without looking for God's will. We so desperately wanted what WE wanted, that we had never really stopped to ask. We were only days away from starting the in-vitro process when we got "the call" ... a friend called to say her cousin's daughter was 15, 7 months pregnant, and looking for a family to adopt her baby. Literally, it was that quick and easy. Two months later he was home. It's as though God put His gentle hand on us, stopped us, turned us in a new direction, and said, - "here you go." It still gives me chills! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Was it ever hard to bond with your adopted children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, bonding took awhile, but I truly believe this is just who I am and would have experienced even with biological children. I felt like a babysitter for months - literally MONTHS!!! It was a gradual process for me that eventually led to that "I would kill someone to protect you" kind of love. And now, the love I feel for them both is so intense, so deep that it is almost all-consuming! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How did you handle grieving over not having biological children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it is a good question. More accurately, it's how I STILL handle the grief. I don't know that it will ever go away. When I was a youth minister, I used to talk to the teens about each of us bearing our own burdens and taking what God gives us and living our lives according to His will, not our own. For us, our burden, if we can call it that, was suffering with infertility. For others, it may be a mental health issue or a dysfunctional family dynamic. I think instead of something that we grieve and get over, instead it becomes a part of who we are. I will always feel sadness at not having been able to go through the experience of pregnancy, but I wouldn't change my life. (I wrote a post about the grief a few weeks ago even!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How would you like others to be more aware of orphaned children and what could be done to alleviate global issues in this crisis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could get a hold of those couples who are paying tens of thousands of dollars for fertility treatments and give them the gift of seeing our lives, and your life, and others' lives with our adopted children. I wish I could tell them that in the realm of being a parent, reproducing biologically is just a bonus - truly peripheral when it comes to parenting and raising a family. I wish they could know that the love they want to have is available without the medical intervention. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think to alleviate the global situation, we need more not for profit agencies handling adoptions, making the cost much less for those wishing to adopt internationally. I know that kept us from seeking international adoption for a third child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i cannot thank mandy enough for answering my candid questions.&amp;nbsp; i really appreciate her genuine honesty in her answers and totally agree with her positions.&amp;nbsp; i really do hope we can get to continue to know each other better and further this relationship.&amp;nbsp; a connection with adoption binds parents together and helps us see things on a grander scale.&amp;nbsp; i'm so thankful for this opportunity and another connection out there in the blogsphere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-592348896851985543?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/ZwWyl41CPD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/ZwWyl41CPD8/adoption-bloggers-interview-project.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvMcUIGWfQI/TsW-iogm9PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4ZzqwCghD00/s72-c/Sunset9a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/11/adoption-bloggers-interview-project.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-5190533471042572226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T22:35:43.403-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paperwork</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>meet daxton</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjfeQjRQn1A/TryCF31sWJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/a2SJXMD79ug/s1600/Daxton.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjfeQjRQn1A/TryCF31sWJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/a2SJXMD79ug/s320/Daxton.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;meet daxton.&amp;nbsp; his arrival has been greatly anticipated by multitudes of wonderful people.&amp;nbsp; he'll surpass your wildest expectations, so just get ready because the journey is just beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we woke up early this morning in preparation to head to the hospital around 10:30.&amp;nbsp; we wanted to make sure dax's clothes and diaper bag were ready to go.&amp;nbsp; we'd changed up his clothing arrangements several times since he was too tiny for some of the things we had in his closet.&amp;nbsp; we were ready early and i just sat with nervous energy waiting for the time to pass.&amp;nbsp; some how the last 30 minutes of this wait seemed like the longest time period of the entire journey.&amp;nbsp; finally it was time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we packed up the car and pulled out of our drive way for the last time as a family of two.&amp;nbsp; will drove us to the hospital and i cried off and on until we arrived.&amp;nbsp; since we were early we decided we'd make some public announcements as to today's plan via email/facebook.&amp;nbsp; when it was close to time to be there we headed inside.&amp;nbsp; we waited anxiously in the lobby of the hospital for the social worker to arrive.&amp;nbsp; we've been working with an alternate social worker this week as our assigned social worker had to be away for a family emergency.&amp;nbsp; when she arrived we found a spot in the lobby area to sit and complete our portion of the paperwork that remained.&amp;nbsp; she went over everything with us and made sure we did not have any questions.&amp;nbsp; before too long it was time to head upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tears were&amp;nbsp;welling up&amp;nbsp;as we walked the long corridor to our birth mother's hospital&amp;nbsp;room.&amp;nbsp; there was a heaviness that surrounded the situation and made me feel so overwhelmingly upset.&amp;nbsp; we felt (and continue to feel) extreme sadness for her loss in knowing that the happiest day of our lives is one of the&amp;nbsp;most difficult&amp;nbsp;in hers.&amp;nbsp; we wish there was something we could do to comfort her and help her heal as she works through this loss and grief.&amp;nbsp; it's hard for me to feel the happiness i've longed for today when all i can think about is the&amp;nbsp;sadness that consumes her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;however despite the gravity of the situation and the complexity of everything that envelopes us we know more than ever that God is just quite simply amazing.&amp;nbsp; we don't really know how we got here, but today we brought home our son.&amp;nbsp; daxton is the most amazingly perfect little fellow you've ever laid your eyes on.&amp;nbsp; we praise God every minute that passes&amp;nbsp;for this blessing and cannot wait to share how his little life will unfold.&amp;nbsp; today - our sweet baby darling deer found his way to us.&amp;nbsp; thank you daxton for finding us and calling us your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-5190533471042572226?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/L6R3b4SstoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/L6R3b4SstoU/meet-daxton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjfeQjRQn1A/TryCF31sWJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/a2SJXMD79ug/s72-c/Daxton.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/11/meet-daxton.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-8000715849248368580</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T00:00:56.334-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>it's happening</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky__A1FUowU/TrtZ5NisQJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MARgLm5vKFU/s1600/IMG_4400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky__A1FUowU/TrtZ5NisQJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MARgLm5vKFU/s320/IMG_4400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tuesday - 11/08/11 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12:38am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this&amp;nbsp;was the day "our" son was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i did not sleep at all that night and this was the photo of the sunrise on tuesday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what we've been looking for will be here tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-8000715849248368580?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/MfQa8SOJ2Vc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/MfQa8SOJ2Vc/its-happening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky__A1FUowU/TrtZ5NisQJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MARgLm5vKFU/s72-c/IMG_4400.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-happening.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-1119229389990200406</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-04T01:34:52.189-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">assurance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><title>faith</title><description>faith like a mustard seed, that's all it takes.  never give up hope, he's gonna do great things.&lt;br /&gt;
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He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."  Matthew 17:20&lt;br /&gt;
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saturday we had a long conversation about the loss of hope.  will was worried his hope was gone.  it was heartbreaking to hear the phrase that he'd lost hope, but i knew it was still part of his grieving heart.  &lt;br /&gt;
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sunday we worshipped at church with a proper sermon on hope and faith.  it's like God was speaking right to will's heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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monday morning will prayed for his hope, his heart, and the adoption.  monday afternoon our social worker called about an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
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today we met this sweet mother who wanted to learn more about us and how things would unfold.  she graced us with some amazing ultrasound photos, something we thought we'd never have.  she connected with us on multiple levels and we're blessed to have met her.&lt;br /&gt;
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we've got faith like a mustard seed and nothing is impossible.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pJ_x1XdcyjM/TrN0f9MuOYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UqcykeVBhzE/s640/blogger-image--1584373344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pJ_x1XdcyjM/TrN0f9MuOYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UqcykeVBhzE/s640/blogger-image--1584373344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-1119229389990200406?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/dLOvQkR9x0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/dLOvQkR9x0k/faith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pJ_x1XdcyjM/TrN0f9MuOYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UqcykeVBhzE/s72-c/blogger-image--1584373344.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/11/faith.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-8858180060774871765</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-23T17:18:10.155-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chiari malformation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>nc state fair - a foodie tale</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AFNy2lEiC0/TqM-Ue4gHFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_BVvPdEaOsE/s1600/Fair+2011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AFNy2lEiC0/TqM-Ue4gHFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_BVvPdEaOsE/s320/Fair+2011.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we took friday off to enjoy the nc state fair and go to the newsboys concert.&amp;nbsp; we'd been looking forward to a day away from work, a day to sleep in, some perfect weather, the kk burger, roasted corn, and hearing "born again" live and in person.&amp;nbsp; friday did not disappoint.&amp;nbsp; we slept in until about 10am.&amp;nbsp; even the doggies (with a few potty breaks) took advantage of the chilly fall weather and snuggled with us in the bed under the covers until we'd all had more than enough sleep.&amp;nbsp; we woke feeling rested and ready to enjoy the day.&amp;nbsp; after a few errands we made our way to the fair.&amp;nbsp; the air was crisp and cool and there was not a cloud in the sky.&amp;nbsp; when we arrived at the fair we were starving.&amp;nbsp; we skipped multiple meals&amp;nbsp;friday just to get bites of various things we'd wanted to try.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we started with the roasted corn.&amp;nbsp; you can get fooled and get corn from a lot of vendors on the fair grounds, but the best one is in the back of the park by the camper set up.&amp;nbsp; we waded through the crowds with our stomachs rumbling with the smells of the various food stalls and made our way to the vendor we'd sampled before.&amp;nbsp; it was worth the jaunt.&amp;nbsp; the corn was charred and roasted and fully cooked.&amp;nbsp; the smoky flavor was amazing!&amp;nbsp; (by far the best fair food we had yesterday.)&amp;nbsp; on our way back through the food maze will got lured into the sausage kiosk.&amp;nbsp; it smelled divine and so i clutched our hand squeezed lemonade while he waited in line for a sausage and pepper roll.&amp;nbsp; i was not even going to take a bite, but after he ordered it and it was so mouth watering i just had to indulge.&amp;nbsp; meh.&amp;nbsp; it tasted so much better than it actually was.&amp;nbsp; i told him if he did not love it to chuck it, so into the waste bin it went.&amp;nbsp; next we had to try the illusive krispy kreme burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we'd wanted to try this since we heard about it last year, so this had a lot to live up to.&amp;nbsp; we made our way back through the crowds and over to this stand.&amp;nbsp; we pondered the menu on what would be good on this burger.&amp;nbsp; we were going to order just cheese and the burger, but that seemed like a cop out.&amp;nbsp; we ended up getting a hamburger patty, melted cheese, shredded lettuce, pickles, and tomato sandwiched between two original glazed krispy kreme donuts.&amp;nbsp; we were both leery, but braced ourselves and will took the first bite.&amp;nbsp; he was not impressed.&amp;nbsp; i ponied up and took a bite myself - there was just something so weird about it.&amp;nbsp; i honestly feel like the tomato was the deal killer.&amp;nbsp; i did like the pickle, hamburger, and donut combo.&amp;nbsp; will thought it was the cheese that threw it off.&amp;nbsp; i think they are using day old donuts, which gave them a sort of chewy texture that i did not love.&amp;nbsp; either way, we tried it and now can say we tasted it.&amp;nbsp; another partially eaten item chucked in the trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after all of this traipsing around and not really fully eating anything we were looking for something that really tasted good.&amp;nbsp; will saw a sign for hand dipped corn dogs, but he could not recall where he'd seen it.&amp;nbsp; we walked around the entire fair until we found that booth.&amp;nbsp; there are a lot of booths for corn dogs, but not very many that are hand dipped.&amp;nbsp; there is a big difference.&amp;nbsp; we don't want to waste our energy on anything we could make for dinner at home.&amp;nbsp; the hand dipped corn dog did not disappoint.&amp;nbsp; it was delish and was painted with yellow mustard.&amp;nbsp; loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after enjoying the corn dog we took a walk around and looked at all of the rides.&amp;nbsp; with will's chiari we have to be careful about what we should not put him on and we decided we'd rather not try anything out.&amp;nbsp; we did have fun watching everyone else scream their lungs out on some pretty precarious things!&amp;nbsp; i also don't think i am as adventurous with this stuff as i used to be.&amp;nbsp; something about plummeting from the sky just does not look appealing anymore.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;this long detoured walk lured us into the smoked turkey legs.&amp;nbsp; we've seen these before at past fairs, and always laughed as we saw people walking around with giant turkey legs in hand.&amp;nbsp; but, we just had to try it.&amp;nbsp; will ordered up one turkey leg and a bottle of water.&amp;nbsp; we thought it was strange that the fella wrapped it up in tin foil and put it in a bag.&amp;nbsp; however, once we found a bench and unwrapped we noticed he'd given us two turkey legs!&amp;nbsp; whoa!&amp;nbsp; we did a cheers with our turkey legs and settled in for some chow down.&amp;nbsp; these were smoky and delicious - the outside was like turkey jerky - yummo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we could not go to the fair and not have a fried dessert so we both agreed we had to get something.&amp;nbsp; we'd seen fried oreos, fried cheesecake, fried, twinkies, fried snickers, on and on and on.&amp;nbsp; however we elected for the tried and true funnel cake.&amp;nbsp; where else can you get a good funnel cake?&amp;nbsp; the funnel cake was freshly fried and looked fantastic, but the oil must not have been fresh or hot enough.&amp;nbsp; the cake just tasted off.&amp;nbsp; boo!&amp;nbsp; another item half way eaten hits the waste bin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after this food tasting extravaganza it was time to sit and watch the sunset.&amp;nbsp; we hung out by the waterfall and got ready to head into the dorton arena for the concert.&amp;nbsp; the sun looked spectacular setting on the water.&amp;nbsp; then it was time to head in for the show.&amp;nbsp; the opening act was a group we'd not previously heard of, but they were pretty decent.&amp;nbsp; however, just after 8 the newsboys came on stage and their show was amazing.&amp;nbsp; they started out with two of the band members on raised panels that were about 60 feet off the ground.&amp;nbsp; they played the guitar and keyboard while floating above the audience.&amp;nbsp; at one point the drummer's set rose up (drums and all) about 40 feet off the ground and then tilted 90 degrees (picture him now looking at the ground) and then rotated 360 degrees, spinning!&amp;nbsp; the band as is good in person as they are recorded and we really enjoyed the show.&amp;nbsp; will's make it through your brain surgery song was "born again".&amp;nbsp; it was a song that really empowered both of us through this time, and we really felt like it gave us a fresh start at our lives and living them the way God had intended.&amp;nbsp; we held each other's hands and&amp;nbsp;sang a little louder for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;once the show was over we headed back outside into the crowds for this one last strange food item.&amp;nbsp; i'd heard advertisements for the kool-aid pickle, so i just had to get one.&amp;nbsp; i LOVE pickles more than just about anything.&amp;nbsp; will had an app on his phone that allowed you to search for food vendors or food items.&amp;nbsp; he found the pickle.&amp;nbsp; it was tucked in a permanent booth inside a building.&amp;nbsp; we would have&amp;nbsp; never found it without the miracle app.&amp;nbsp; will ordered up one kool-aid pickle and we went back outside to try it out.&amp;nbsp; will declined to take a taste, so it was all me.&amp;nbsp; i took a bite and found that it was really too kool-aidy.&amp;nbsp; they'd advertised "sweet and sour", but it was all kool-aid with a pickle texture.&amp;nbsp; good concept, but failed execution.&amp;nbsp; last item half eaten and pitched in the waste bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after the pickle we decided to linger just a little longer so we could see the fireworks.&amp;nbsp; nc spared no expense with these puppies.&amp;nbsp; the show was impressive and we're glad we stuck around.&amp;nbsp; once that show was over we made our way back to the shuttle bus and eventually back to our car.&amp;nbsp; we were so tired that we both fell asleep at 11:30, which is unheard of in this house!&amp;nbsp; we had a great day together, loved the fall air, enjoyed the search for the freaky food, and will always remember the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-8858180060774871765?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/tEbM_7hf2YQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/tEbM_7hf2YQ/nc-state-fair-foodie-tale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AFNy2lEiC0/TqM-Ue4gHFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_BVvPdEaOsE/s72-c/Fair+2011.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/10/nc-state-fair-foodie-tale.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-4511442811596776033</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T23:09:23.472-04:00</atom:updated><title>it's fall - afterall</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuE1sXpFtqU/TpinEaPnwjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/x5mbIiK2M-I/s1600/IMG_3811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuE1sXpFtqU/TpinEaPnwjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/x5mbIiK2M-I/s320/IMG_3811.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;fall is by far our most favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp; the cool crisp air, the smell of flames in fire pits, making smores,&amp;nbsp;mugs of&amp;nbsp;hot tea, the warmth of the sun on your face with the breeze blowing, the colors of the changing leaves, the pumpkins, the greenness of the grass, are just a few of the things we love about this season.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;who doesn't love carving pumpkins, handing out candy, and eating caramel?&amp;nbsp; there are just so many fantastic things about fall and especially october.&amp;nbsp; nc's state fair is in october.&amp;nbsp; last year i eyeballed a krispy kreme hamburger but did not have the guts to order it.&amp;nbsp; i've lusted after it all year.&amp;nbsp; friday - one week from today - that hamburger is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;last october i got to go visit my good friend "D" in texas.&amp;nbsp; this october i got to spend some quality time with my sisters and soak up some family lovin's.&amp;nbsp; my family thought i was just a little wacky when i laid in the weeds to get the photo of the dandelion, but i just could not resist.&amp;nbsp; it's got fall written all over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-4511442811596776033?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/WiEl-QocZhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/WiEl-QocZhs/its-fall-afterall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuE1sXpFtqU/TpinEaPnwjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/x5mbIiK2M-I/s72-c/IMG_3811.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-fall-afterall.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-7433999713014088915</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T21:05:50.758-04:00</atom:updated><title>bloodlines - a documentary with john piper</title><description>there is nothing i can say, aside from the fact that everyone everywhere&amp;nbsp;should watch this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28323716?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/28323716"&gt;Bloodlines Documentary with John Piper&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/crosswaymedia"&gt;Crossway&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-7433999713014088915?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/fPHRMrOXLUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/fPHRMrOXLUY/bloodlines-documentary-with-john-piper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/10/bloodlines-documentary-with-john-piper.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-4164819967768133087</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-30T17:35:39.287-04:00</atom:updated><title>the power of food</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcOtAM2nT0Q/ToYyEnLZPtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b2akjEphYpw/s1600/Week+of+Food.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcOtAM2nT0Q/ToYyEnLZPtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b2akjEphYpw/s320/Week+of+Food.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;food has the power to heal all wounds.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it takes your mind off things when you spend multiple hours in the kitchen chopping, grating, blending, stirring, mixing, staring into the oven, watching for things to boil, broil, and brown.&amp;nbsp; it kept me totally distracted, which was apparently what i needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this week we've been feasting on some gourmet (if you want to call them that) home cooked meals.&amp;nbsp; you could call me a regular fan of the barefoot contessa, even though the food that i make never seems to end up looking so pretty.&amp;nbsp; i need a food stylist to swoop in just when the dinner is ready and fix the plates before we commence the eating.&amp;nbsp; husband was all giddy last night when he found out that his plates have been those that were photographed all week long.&amp;nbsp; mine were much sloppier.&amp;nbsp; he thought that was a nice gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i first have to say that i never go by a recipe.&amp;nbsp; i watch a lot of food network and cooking channel and i remember dishes that i have seen and then i adapt them to whatever i think works/sounds best.&amp;nbsp; it's hard when people say "oh, that was so good - let's have it again" - because i will likely never be able to recreate the same dish twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we started the week off with fresh figs three ways.&amp;nbsp; the recipes that night featured fresh figs raw, figs with balsamic honey glaze and a sprinkle of thyme, and figs stuffed with gorgonzola and wrapped in prosciutto.&amp;nbsp; we both decided that the cheezy salty figs were our favorites.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the next night we had herb roasted parsnips and carrots with lemon thyme chicken and barley.&amp;nbsp; we both loved every single bite of this delicious dinner!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the next evening we had tom kha (coconut soup) and handmade eggrolls stuffed with cabbage, carrots, and shitake mushrooms.&amp;nbsp; we both really liked this meal and husband said that these eggrolls were better than the restaurant!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the next night's dinner was a twist on carbonara.&amp;nbsp; i took rigatoni noodles and roasted asparagus to go with the pancetta and parmigiana reggiano coated noodles.&amp;nbsp; it was fantastic!&amp;nbsp; (I had the rest&amp;nbsp;of it for lunch the next day!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;last night was our only little flop up.&amp;nbsp; we had herbed chicken, roasted beets with goat cheese, and fried green tomatoes with remoulade.&amp;nbsp; we both really liked the chicken, the beets, and the remoulade - but the fried green tomatoes i had been so excited about were a complete bust!&amp;nbsp; i think we ate enough beets to obliterate dwight schrute's farm though, so we were full even without our tomato mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a big thank you to my dish washer - will - who has washed every bowl, pot, and pan multiple times this week so we could feast on some very elaborate meals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tonight's entree of choice - whatever husband picks up on his way home from work!&amp;nbsp; bon appetit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-4164819967768133087?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/TkzMjshuQLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/TkzMjshuQLw/food-has-power-to-heal-all-wounds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcOtAM2nT0Q/ToYyEnLZPtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b2akjEphYpw/s72-c/Week+of+Food.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/09/food-has-power-to-heal-all-wounds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-8784210450192574501</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-25T18:54:19.445-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>painterly sky</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzWvLb6nTz0/Tn-t3A_8zzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vikx2_1SeiM/s1600/Sunset.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzWvLb6nTz0/Tn-t3A_8zzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vikx2_1SeiM/s320/Sunset.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;will was feeling under the weather starting this past wednesday.&amp;nbsp; he had that kind of cold where your nose is runny, but all clogged up at the same time.&amp;nbsp; he couldn't breathe, even after two&amp;nbsp;run ins&amp;nbsp;with the netti pot, decongestants, loads of vitamin c, and two days in the bed.&amp;nbsp; we decided to lay low this weekend and just rest.&amp;nbsp; thankfully, after pretty much three days&amp;nbsp;of total nothingness&amp;nbsp;- he is starting to feel better - like he's beat the affliction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;friday night's sunset was probably the most exciting thing that occurred in the past 48.&amp;nbsp; when the clouds parted (after it being totally cloudy all day) &amp;nbsp;i saw rays of sun pouring down the road that runs beside our house.&amp;nbsp; i left pasta boiling on the stove, grabbed my camera, looked both ways, and ran out and sat in the street.&amp;nbsp; the light bouncing off the clouds looked just like a maxfield parrish.&amp;nbsp; i felt like i'd walked right into "ecstasy" 1929.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;remembering the boiling noodles, i decided i'd better head back inside.&amp;nbsp; luckily i found mr. sickly tending to the stove.&amp;nbsp; shew!&amp;nbsp; i think he's been dealing with my hair brained love of&amp;nbsp;the sunset&amp;nbsp;ever since we met.&amp;nbsp; you never get the same sunset twice, so&amp;nbsp;you have to capture it, if it's something amazing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i love living in a neighborhood where i have not yet been evicted for sitting in the middle of the road in my pajamas taking photos of the sun, and being married to a man who puts up with my tangents - even when he's under the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-8784210450192574501?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/Tof4buta_vM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/Tof4buta_vM/painterly-sky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzWvLb6nTz0/Tn-t3A_8zzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vikx2_1SeiM/s72-c/Sunset.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/09/painterly-sky.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-5810343714107014635</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-23T17:11:53.432-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">assurance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>free to be happy</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"you are free to be happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-3icfwJrT8/TnzcQiy9gOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Avo7D-GRf6Q/s1600/The+Smiles.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="254" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-3icfwJrT8/TnzcQiy9gOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Avo7D-GRf6Q/s320/The+Smiles.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i needed to hear this today.&amp;nbsp; it's a rainy dreary afternoon, will does not feel well, and iliana is back at the vet for more testing on her cushing's disease and the nodule on her spleen.&amp;nbsp; it's just a mopey kinda sad day.&amp;nbsp; but, this afternoon&amp;nbsp;on k-love amanda told a story about a phone conversation she and her mom had last night, and i found it to be inspiring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Last night, I called mom, and had one of those long talks. As we were about to hang up, she out of the blue says…“You know Amanda, you are free to be happy.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried. She reminded me that I made it through a valley recently. I may have little things to complain about at the end of the day. I may be tired, a little lonely and my kids may be “spirited”, but I have the choice to be happy. You do too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are all free to be happy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;amanda's mom is totally right.&amp;nbsp; sometimes, you just need to hear it.&amp;nbsp; we've gone through a valley, but we're working on walking back up that hill.&amp;nbsp; until we get back to the crest, we're going to focus on the things that make us happy in our lives.&amp;nbsp; right now i am focusing on friendly smiling faces, my sweet mommy who is always there no matter what, ellie-boo's tongue from this past summer's trip to the beach (she was always sticking that thing out), my&amp;nbsp;loving granny, and my new ferns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so - now i&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;you're wondering if&amp;nbsp;i am just going to&amp;nbsp; burst out in song? &amp;nbsp;if you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it, if you're happy and you know it clap your hands!&amp;nbsp; (takes a bow)&amp;nbsp; nah, we're not there just yet - but we are&amp;nbsp;working on it.&amp;nbsp; slowly, but surely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-5810343714107014635?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/gkFL81KibRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/gkFL81KibRU/free-to-be-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-3icfwJrT8/TnzcQiy9gOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Avo7D-GRf6Q/s72-c/The+Smiles.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-to-be-happy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-6513832859332144956</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T22:20:59.949-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>eventually there will be peace</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7CEZ1HMjs/Tnf2XdqR2iI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MEJ8SwRF5Pg/s1600/Eventually.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7CEZ1HMjs/Tnf2XdqR2iI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MEJ8SwRF5Pg/s320/Eventually.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when the mail comes it's been a mix bag of sympathy cards or birthday presents.&amp;nbsp; the birthday cards were a good distraction from the up and down roller coaster of sad condolences.&amp;nbsp; don't get me wrong - it's a blessing to get the cards and hear from all of these people supporting us through this twisting winding road.&amp;nbsp; however, some days it's more difficult to make it through the mail than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;right after the match failed we continued to get baby girl presents that people had ordered when things had a positive outlook.&amp;nbsp; it was difficult to open those boxes and padded mailers, but i knew what was inside before i did - so i just braced myself for something pink before i ripped the tape off the box.&amp;nbsp; however, it got a little more difficult last week when b-day time was upon us.&amp;nbsp; i was not sure if it was going to be something joyous or something else to put into the nursery.&amp;nbsp; my grandpa actually did the silliest thing (IMO) and gave me a combo card for my b-day and his expression of sadness that we still did not have our sweet darling deer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the mantle is a mixture of cards.&amp;nbsp; a hodge podge if you will.&amp;nbsp; its the good, the silly, the sad, the sweet, all of those things that friends and loved ones do to make you feel better when you're sad or to wish you happiness to commemorate the day you were born.&amp;nbsp; we've received 23 notes so far, just from people to let us know they are thinking of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;will and i decided that we grieve differently when we first really started talking about all of this.&amp;nbsp; we came to the consensus last week that i grieve hard and fast and that things take a little longer to hit him.&amp;nbsp; however, we found out this weekend that we're still both dealing with this, even though we thought we'd moved past it.&amp;nbsp; i told him that i learned that i still cannot drive alone in the car and cannot listen to k-love radio by myself.&amp;nbsp; we had this discussion over huevos rancheros on a sleepy saturday morning and both ended up in tears.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we both agreed that this loss is just like our last miscarriage without the physical pain.&amp;nbsp; we're greiving what could have been, what we thought was going to happen, and where we thought our lives were headed.&amp;nbsp; it's hard for some people to understand how hard this loss can be, if you have not been down this road yourself.&amp;nbsp; but for once we felt closer to having a baby in our home than we'd ever been before, so this loss hits us hard - you know the kind that punches you right in the gut - the kind that takes your breath away - the kind that renders you speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we know this takes time, and it's difficult now to move through the motions of the things that we thought would be different at this time because we thought a little one would be with us now.&amp;nbsp; will was sad that he had to go back on call (not for the work) but because he'd made arrangements to have someone cover him because he thought he would not be there.&amp;nbsp; it's just another thing that is not as we thought it would be.&amp;nbsp; it's these silly little things that can send us into sadness.&amp;nbsp; most of the day we're good.&amp;nbsp; we're fine.&amp;nbsp; we're okay.&amp;nbsp; but, you just never know what minutia will be the thing that sends you over the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so thanks for the gifts, the cards, the difficult phone calls, the hard to mention the subject e-mails, and just being there.&amp;nbsp; we really appreciate all of it, even if we cannot say it.&amp;nbsp; we know eventually there will be peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-6513832859332144956?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/wMcwItHE_wM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/wMcwItHE_wM/eventually-there-will-be-peace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7CEZ1HMjs/Tnf2XdqR2iI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MEJ8SwRF5Pg/s72-c/Eventually.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/09/eventually-there-will-be-peace.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-8453855779052296729</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T22:20:59.950-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>a weekend away</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4ZnzAzs7rc/TnJpQvw60PI/AAAAAAAAAUA/02G3VKGjX_U/s1600/Photo+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4ZnzAzs7rc/TnJpQvw60PI/AAAAAAAAAUA/02G3VKGjX_U/s320/Photo+Collage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;last weekend we headed out to wine country, nc to get away for 36 hours and recenter ourselves.&amp;nbsp; we loaded up the car and drove out to sample some fine wine, spend a night in a&amp;nbsp;little cottage&amp;nbsp;in the woods, feast on some delicious food, and just be with each other.&amp;nbsp; we had a great time relaxing, recouping, and reconnecting.&amp;nbsp; the weather was gorgeous and we went to a lot of places we'd never seen in nc before.&amp;nbsp; it was good to unwind and chat it up with husband.&amp;nbsp; we did not realize how exhausted we were, but apparently living your life waiting for a phone call had taken its toll on us.&amp;nbsp; we feel so much better now that we were able to get back on track and refocus our journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-8453855779052296729?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/5EmrU4rHXKs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/5EmrU4rHXKs/weekend-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4ZnzAzs7rc/TnJpQvw60PI/AAAAAAAAAUA/02G3VKGjX_U/s72-c/Photo+Collage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-away.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536183239879701045.post-4947906727876450001</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T22:20:59.950-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">openness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>coping</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4GZlDsH2Gg/TmmYIRHvyzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WGvtxCy_i4g/s1600/Blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4GZlDsH2Gg/TmmYIRHvyzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WGvtxCy_i4g/s320/Blue.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we're working through things and each day gets a little less teary eyed. we're not sad that this sweet mother kept her baby - we're just sad for the future we dreamed of, and the things that might have been. for the first time since 2004 it seemed like a realistic goal to soon have a baby joining our family. we knew when we opened ourselves up for adoption that we were entering some risky territory and did our best to prepare our hearts. no matter how hard you try though, it's hard not to latch on to something you've wanted for so long - even though it is not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;our super fabulous social worker supplied us with some very informative information on grief. over the past few days we've been touched by the outpouring of love and support from family and friends. however, we've also had to confront their issues of anger towards this sweet mother. we understand that our friends and family have not gone through all of the courses, e-classes, webinars, books, blogs, seminars, and experiences we've encountered and that everyone grieves differently. however, we felt defensive when others said things that we wished they could take back. after all, this sweet mother had no obligation to place her baby, and she did what she felt was right for her baby. this baby was never ours. so, we just want to make sure that there are no bad feelings out there for her. she's doing all she can in this world to make a better life for her little one, and we give her all due respect - and just ask that our family and friends do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;for anyone who is curious, below is an excerpt from some of the information our social worker passed along to us about grief. feel free to read, take what you need, and share what you want. (while our situation is not specifically about the death of a human being, it is the death of a dream of the life of this particular baby in our family. we've been angry, we've bargained, we're coping, we're accepting, we're healing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Grieving is a personal and highly individual experience. How you grieve depends on many factors, including your personality and coping style, your life experience, your faith, and the nature of the loss. The grieving process takes time. Healing happens gradually; it can’t be forced or hurried – and there is no “normal” timetable for grieving. Some people start to feel better in weeks or months. For others, the grieving process is measured in years. Whatever your grief experience, it’s important to be patient with yourself and allow the process to naturally unfold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Myths and Facts About Grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MYTH: The pain will go away faster if you ignore it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fact: Trying to ignore your pain or keep it from surfacing will only make it worse in the long run. For real healing it is necessary to face your grief and actively deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MYTH: It’s important to be “be strong” in the face of loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fact: Feeling sad, frightened, or lonely is a normal reaction to loss. Crying doesn’t mean you are weak. You don’t need to “protect” your family or friends by putting on a brave front. Showing your true feelings can help them and you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MYTH: If you don’t cry, it means you aren’t sorry about the loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fact: Crying is a normal response to sadness, but it’s not the only one. Those who don’t cry may feel the pain just as deeply as others. They may simply have other ways of showing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MYTH: Grief should last about a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fact: There is no right or wrong time frame for grieving. How long it takes can differ from person to person. *Source: Center for Grief and Healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The main point to remember is “there is not a typical response to loss, as there is no typical loss. Our grieving is as individual as our lives.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The 5 Stages of Loss and Grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The stages of mourning are universal and are experienced by people from all walks of life. Mourning occurs in response to an individual’s own terminal illness or to the death of a valued being, human or animal. There are five stages of normal grief. They were first proposed by Elsabeth Kubler-Ross in her 1969 book “On Death and Dying.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In our bereavement, we spend different lengths of time working through each step and express each stage more or less intensely. The five stages do not necessarily occur in order. We often move between stages before achieving a more peaceful acceptance of death. Many of us are not afforded the luxury of time required to achieve this final stage of grief. The death of your loved one might inspire you to evaluate your own feelings of mortality. Throughout each stage, a common thread of hope emerges. As long as there is life, there is hope. As long as there is hope, there is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Many people do not experience the stages in the order listed below, which is okay. The key to understanding the stages is not to feel like you must go through every one of them, in precise order. Instead, it’s more helpful to look at them as guides in the grieving process — it helps you understand and put into context where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Denial and Isolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The first reaction to learning of terminal illness or death of a cherished loved one is to deny the reality of the situation. It is a normal reaction to rationalize overwhelming emotions. It is a defense mechanism that buffers the immediate shock. We block out the words and hide from the facts. This is a temporary response that carries us through the first wave of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As the masking effects of denial and isolation begin to wear, reality and its pain re-emerge. We are not ready. The intense emotion is deflected from our vulnerable core, redirected and expressed instead as anger. The anger may be aimed at inanimate objects, complete strangers, friends or family. Anger may be directed at our dying or deceased loved one. Rationally, we know the person is not to be blamed. Emotionally, however, we may resent the person for causing us pain or for leaving us. We feel guilty for being angry, and this makes us more angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The doctor who diagnosed the illness and was unable to cure the disease might become a convenient target. Health professionals deal with death and dying every day. That does not make them immune to the suffering of their patients or to those who grieve for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do not hesitate to ask your doctor to give you extra time or to explain just once more the details of your loved one’s illness. Arrange a special appointment or ask that he telephone you at the end of his day. Ask for clear answers to your questions regarding medical diagnosis and treatment. Understand the options available to you. Take your time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Bargaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The normal reaction to feelings of helplessness and vulnerability is often a need to regain control–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;• If only we had sought medical attention sooner… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;• If only we got a second opinion from another doctor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;• If only we had tried to be a better person toward them… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Secretly, we may make a deal with God or our higher power in an attempt to postpone the inevitable. This is a weaker line of defense to protect us from the painful reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Two types of depression are associated with mourning. The first one is a reaction to practical implications relating to the loss. Sadness and regret predominate this type of depression. We worry about the costs and burial. We worry that, in our grief, we have spent less time with others that depend on us. This phase may be eased by simple clarification and reassurance. We may need a bit of helpful cooperation and a few kind words. The second type of depression is more subtle and, in a sense, perhaps more private. It is our quiet preparation to separate and to bid our loved one farewell. Sometimes all we really need is a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Reaching this stage of mourning is a gift not afforded to everyone. Death may be sudden and unexpected or we may never see beyond our anger or denial. It is not necessarily a mark of bravery to resist the inevitable and to deny ourselves the opportunity to make our peace. This phase is marked by withdrawal and calm. This is not a period of happiness and must be distinguished from depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Loved ones that are terminally ill or aging appear to go through a final period of withdrawal. This is by no means a suggestion that they are aware of their own impending death or such, only that physical decline may be sufficient to produce a similar response. Their behavior implies that it is natural to reach a stage at which social interaction is limited. The dignity and grace shown by our dying loved ones may well be their last gift to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Coping with loss is a ultimately a deeply personal and singular experience — nobody can help you go through it more easily or understand all the emotions that you’re going through. But others can be there for you and help comfort you through this process. The best thing you can do is to allow yourself to feel the grief as it comes over you. Resisting it only will prolong the natural process of healing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536183239879701045-4947906727876450001?l=willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~4/UuiJJRrJjbA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FIndingAFamily/~3/UuiJJRrJjbA/coping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (will + adri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4GZlDsH2Gg/TmmYIRHvyzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WGvtxCy_i4g/s72-c/Blue.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://willandadrifindbabies.blogspot.com/2011/09/coping.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

