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An adoption story

I never envisioned I’d adopt. In fact, when I was young I never envisioned much when it came to kids of my own. Kind of assumed I’d have a boy and a girl, because, that seemed like what could make a family (and what I came from). I just assumed it would be me delivering them. And, all was on track when I gave birth to our little girl nearly five years ago. But, things have a way of changing in ways you never imagine.

A little over a year ago I shared here how my husband and I tried to adopt, only to have it fall apart right after Mother’s Day 2013… just three weeks before the due date. I won’t get into that again except to say that, like with other things, I’m confident things happen for a reason.

Last Tuesday, our little boy who was born in November officially became ours by law. The “gotcha” day as it’s apparently called. In some ways it was monumental, and in other ways, hardly news at all. He’s been ours since the moment we met. He just fit into our family. Yes, we now had a boy and a girl but it wasn’t for that reason at all. He’s just ours. Our daughter fell instantly in love; she immediately declared him her best friend and the way she sings, plays and hangs with him could make you cry. The fit was perfect. She raised her right hand higher than any of us (as you see above) to swear that Evan is all ours. There was no question, and it became immediately clear that had the other adoption not gone sour, we wouldn’t be here. With Evan. Our son. Keep Reading —>>

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remember // words to live by

Wheh, we made it to Friday. If you had a kick-ass week, or if well, this week just kind of kicked your ass, think it’s important to remember this quote. We’ve all had those hindsight moments where what became reality was so much better than we had thought would be days, months or weeks prior. If you’ve had a rough week, or something happened you totally didn’t expect — whether that’s in your job, with a guy, in any situation — sometimes you’re ending here will be way better than you could have ever imagined. Focus your time now seeing what’s next based on this new road map. Here’s to a great weekend!

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I’m 34-years old. I’m not at all where I expected to be. Being candid, I was never one of those girls with a clear roadmap that by 25 I’d be married, or that I want two kids by 35. Or that, I wanted to own a business or be a successful who the heck nows what. Hell, until I failed financial accounting junior year of college and switched my major to public relations, I never saw myself in this field at all. That’s the funny thing about life. For all the planning, or even lack thereof, it’s sometimes impossible to know what the future holds.

I often characterize my life in two ways: before Sarah (our first child) in Nov. 2009, and before “I got sick” (March 2010), as both were such turning points in my life, in our life as a couple and as our family. Every single thing changed. Simple things like spontaneous date nights or pedicures to more complex things after getting sick like walking up the stairs, holding my daughter or even showering standing up. It took months of physical therapy to get me to a place where I only felt the discomfort without the typical person seeing my physical weaknesses. Still, four years later, my left leg is weaker. I feel it most when I get out of bed, when for a minute, they feel a little “stuck” (feels like I’m walking like the Tin Man). I keep going and soon the stiffness dissipates.

I share this because Nair asked me to share where my legs have taken me and what I do to reveal my best self. Think this is awesome — as is its new Moroccan Argan Oil Sprays Away™ No Touch Spray for hot summer legs – I must confess (more on that later) — because until you don’t have the ability to use your legs, it’s sometimes hard to get how incredible they are. My legs walked me into the interview that landed me into my first job, into the party where I met my future husband, to climb the tallest peaks in Israel and Italy, to carry our daughter during pregnancy, to run my first 5k (and hopefully not my last!). They’ve taken me miraculous places and given me a lifetime of memories.

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couple, tippy toes

All day long I make decisions. Some mundane, and others really important. For myself, for clients, for staff and for my family. I somehow get through them, often feeling confident in my decisions. I’ve also learned as a blogger to have a certain level of confidence in my decisions since it’s just me sitting on the other side of the screen. Yet, I’ve noticed that when my husband is around I can become paralyzed by indecisiveness.

What should we have for dinner?  {ok, fair enough}

Should we give Sarah water or juice? {really?!}

I’m going to order those diapers, OK? {do we really have a choice here?}

Can I take $20 out of the bank? {why even ask?} Keep Reading —>>

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