• You too.

    Our homestudy is complete and we are just waiting on our agency’s final stamp of approval then it will head to India and get logged into their system (this could take several months).  So, just to celebrate this step, I wanted to share the letter my sister woke up to one morning this past November.  Because when I become a mom again, she becomes an aunt again.  And being called “aunt” only falls second in line to being a mom. November 12, 2018 Aunt Casey, One day I will call you crying because mom and I had a fight. Another day I’ll call to tell you about my accomplishments, from…

  • India Bound

    Wasn’t it just yesterday when I sat fidgeting on the third floor of orphanage #20?  I rose to my giddy feet as I heard them making their way.  I don’t remember the woman holding him or how many stood there.  But I do remember taking him out of her arms, black curls galore and those big brown eyes.  My #1. Two years later and #2 came along.  Trying to rule the roost from the beginning, telling me when I could sleep, demanding to eat, and then stealing my heart with those blues.  Not much has changed.  My girl! About the time she started toddling we decided, what’s one more?  Besides,…

  • Hosting her Heart

    I woke her up early, the rest of the house was still asleep.  She put her clothes on that we had laid out the night before and then slipped into my room.  “Mom”, I heard as she opened the bathroom door.  She squeezed me tight and watched as I put my contacts in.  Then she slid open my jewelry drawer and picked up the gold bracelet she had made me from the kit she had received at Christmas.  It was loud and completely clashed with my green sweater and simple silver necklace I had on.  She slid it on my wrist and then pulled my arm so I would lean…