It was really great, again this year, to enjoy simple pleasures through the eyes of the pure hearted. The joy of putting on pretend clothes and getting to let your imagination soar was really neat to watch. I think we could have gotten away with just the wearing of the costumes with Kevin, but Claire knew the story....she IS in kindergarten you know. I wish there were a way to truly capture the COMPLETE amazement that covered their faces when returning from a house. Buckets held high and exlaiming at the top of their voices...."they gave us candy mom, they really did" It was soooo precious....the first 46 times. The weather turned a bit chilly, so we returned home to ogle the goods.
Truly ready to fly
Asking if there is a REAL spiderman....
Cool post processing. Claire with her princess pumpkin
Hannah was a great big sister and let them truly enjoy the nite. She is really such a blessing to us all.
I know, I am as shocked as you are. She let me take her picture
Every call has a beginning. A quiet moment when God whispers a promise to a mother’s heart . A holy place where a father bows and faithfully accepts the journey set before him. A miraculous morning that unexpectedly dawns… Casting its first light on a chosen threshold. A gentle knock..a closed door opens, a sacred invitation sent by the Father.. leads to the other side of the world. Where lonely hearts stare out orphanage windows praying for someone to care.. and then one morning, on an ordinary day an orphan’s life changes... God sends them a second chance...Through you..
We are a family now, a whole,of which you are a part,and you are just as much our child as any in our heart. We do not love you differently,nor would we give up less of all that life has given us to bring you happiness.There is no limit to our love,no boundary you might cross,no price you may be asked to pay,no need to fear its loss. We are now one, the five of us,windows of one home. As long as we have life and breath,You’ll never be alone.~Nicholas Gordon
If I had my child to raise all over again,I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less.I would do less correcting and more connecting.I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.I’d do more hugging and less tugging.~Diane Loomans, from “If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again
Thousands of starfish washed ashore. A little girl began throwing them in the water so they would not die. “Don’t bother, dear,” her mother said, “it won’t make a difference.” The girl stopped for a moment and looked at the starfish in her hand. “It will make a difference to this one."
Please consider adoption....it will make a difference to one child.