Vegas Vacation

A couple weeks ago we took our son, Trevor, to Las Vegas to celebrate his twenty first birthday.  Getting to celebrate milestones with adult children is new and fun and different and exciting. Gone are the days of themed parties like Buzz Lightyear and Spiderman, with cupcakes and party hats, party games and pinatas.  And I’ll miss that. But it has been replaced by something new. Sharing. Camaraderie. And common experiences.    Continue reading “Vegas Vacation”

When All You Can Do Is Trust

It’s a curious thing, adoption.  Even open adoption. Because as the biological parent, you must walk away trusting that the people you’ve chosen to be your child’s parents are the best.  You read their letters, look at their pictures, possibly interview them (I didn’t have time – you can read about that here), and then walk away hoping they will be who you think they are and do the things you think they’ll do.  Continue reading “When All You Can Do Is Trust”

Mother’s Day: A Letter To My Children

To all my children,

On this Mother’s Day as I get to enjoy being extra celebrated, I feel like I should be celebrating all of you.  I want to sincerely thank each of you for truly bringing out the best in me, for giving me life, and purpose. For teaching me what God’s unconditional love looks and feels like, and for teaching me what patience and forgiving seven times seventy looks like.  (And then how to do it all over again the next day and the next.) Continue reading “Mother’s Day: A Letter To My Children”

Seashells and Butter Knives

On this day twenty-five years ago, we got engaged.  In a tiny, little beach cabin, with the wind blowing outside and the Oregon rain falling on the windows, we sat eating dessert by candlelight.  The calm after the storm. My husband-to-be took a deep breath and pointed to a small seashell strategically placed next to the candles. “Your ‘real dessert’ is in that shell.” Continue reading “Seashells and Butter Knives”