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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Help us bring our daughter home!
* Note * The t-shirt sales have ended. Thanks to all of you who purchased one. Every bit helps!!
If you've got speakers on your computer you're probably listening to some music that's on this blog. I'd like to set the mood for the remainder of this post. Please take a moment and listen to one song in particular. It's called, "If you want me to." Just scroll to the bottom of the blog and click on the song in the playlist if it's not already playing.
As you know, two weeks after I got home from my first trip to Haiti I got an email that the preemie I had fallen in love with - my sweet little Josette - had died. At that point I wanted to pull our adoption application. Every one of those kids deserves a family, but I wanted Josette. It was a struggle to get past that. Did we really want to adopt at all if she wasn't the one?
On a drive to work a few days later I was sitting in the car sobbing. I didn't understand why Josette had to die. I wanted to be her mama. I wanted to bring her home. And then...this song started playing. I didn't think I could cry any harder than I was, but this song brought on an intense sorrow and understanding at the same time. If you listen to the words, it will make sense.
So what does this song have to do with the rest of the blog? Josette is the one I think about every time I hear this song. Josette is the reason we are adopting. Josette is the one keeping me strong in this process.
We're 90% done with our adoption paperwork. We're very close to having it sent to Haiti. That means we're close to knowing who our daughter will be. It also means we're close to having to write out some pretty big checks.
Starting Saturday, March 5th - we're selling t-shirts to help raise money to offset some of our adoption fees. If you look to the right - you'll see a button that says "Help bring our child home". When you click on that button it will take you to Wild Olive Tees. They are an amazing group of women who make some pretty groovy shirts. And they have a passion for adoption.
For the next 4 weeks we are one of their featured families. That means during these 4 weeks we need to sell as many shirts as we can. Order for yourself, tell your friends, and please forward this to everyone in your contact list. Wild Olive Tees will tally the total sales on April 2nd and write a check directly to our adoption agency. How cool is that!!
Here's how it works. Either click on the cute button to the right or click HERE. You'll need to type in our family code in the coupon section before you start shopping, to make sure we get credit for your purchase. Our family code is: GIGURE0305
The pathway is no longer broken. The signs are very clear. And I understand the reason why we were brought here.
Thanks for supporting us and getting the word out!
If you've got speakers on your computer you're probably listening to some music that's on this blog. I'd like to set the mood for the remainder of this post. Please take a moment and listen to one song in particular. It's called, "If you want me to." Just scroll to the bottom of the blog and click on the song in the playlist if it's not already playing.
As you know, two weeks after I got home from my first trip to Haiti I got an email that the preemie I had fallen in love with - my sweet little Josette - had died. At that point I wanted to pull our adoption application. Every one of those kids deserves a family, but I wanted Josette. It was a struggle to get past that. Did we really want to adopt at all if she wasn't the one?
On a drive to work a few days later I was sitting in the car sobbing. I didn't understand why Josette had to die. I wanted to be her mama. I wanted to bring her home. And then...this song started playing. I didn't think I could cry any harder than I was, but this song brought on an intense sorrow and understanding at the same time. If you listen to the words, it will make sense.
So what does this song have to do with the rest of the blog? Josette is the one I think about every time I hear this song. Josette is the reason we are adopting. Josette is the one keeping me strong in this process.
We're 90% done with our adoption paperwork. We're very close to having it sent to Haiti. That means we're close to knowing who our daughter will be. It also means we're close to having to write out some pretty big checks.
Starting Saturday, March 5th - we're selling t-shirts to help raise money to offset some of our adoption fees. If you look to the right - you'll see a button that says "Help bring our child home". When you click on that button it will take you to Wild Olive Tees. They are an amazing group of women who make some pretty groovy shirts. And they have a passion for adoption.
For the next 4 weeks we are one of their featured families. That means during these 4 weeks we need to sell as many shirts as we can. Order for yourself, tell your friends, and please forward this to everyone in your contact list. Wild Olive Tees will tally the total sales on April 2nd and write a check directly to our adoption agency. How cool is that!!
Here's how it works. Either click on the cute button to the right or click HERE. You'll need to type in our family code in the coupon section before you start shopping, to make sure we get credit for your purchase. Our family code is: GIGURE0305
The pathway is no longer broken. The signs are very clear. And I understand the reason why we were brought here.
Thanks for supporting us and getting the word out!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I'm anxious
My sister Kris gently reminded me that I promised to update the blog this weekend. It's Tuesday. I guess I'm a little late.
Brenda and I booked our flights today. We're flying out on May Day and will return on Friday the 13th. We talked about these days for about a week - and for about a week I've been extremely anxious. I don't want to be away for that long. Henry has become a little love bug lately. Out of the blue he'll grab my leg or kiss me or say "wuv you mama".
I don't want to be away from Henry for that long.
Yesterday I couldn't catch my breath. Can't we just come back on Wednesday? That will be the same amount of time I was gone last time. I can handle that. But two more days?
I don't want to be away from my family for that long.
Jason and I talked this morning. He gave me his basic response, "Just do what you have to do." I wish he could realize that's not helpful. I want an answer. An opinion. His thoughts on it all. What does HE want? He's married to a woman who hoards all of her PTO and uses her bonus to travel to a third world country. I wonder what that's like to be in his shoes as he holds down the fort while I'm gone.
I don't want to be away from home for that long.
And yet we booked it. And I didn't pass out as I clicked PURCHASE on two sets of tickets.
I'm not sure where the anxiety is coming from. I know what to expect. I know most of the people there. I've met many of the babies. I know the routine. And yet, as I sit here with my cuddle buddy next to me, I feel anxious.
Then...I come across something like this: click HERE.
How fortunate am I that I have the resources to take a trip to Haiti - that I have a husband who supports me - that I have two healthy kids who eat 3 meals a day, sleep in their own beds, and have multiple pairs of shoes and toys and clothing.
I will be in Haiti on Mother's Day. What's interesting is that I will most likely be meeting the newest little Gigure, but won't know she's the one until I get back home. I'm spending Mother's Day with the daughter I don't know yet.
You know what? That mades me smile.
Brenda and I booked our flights today. We're flying out on May Day and will return on Friday the 13th. We talked about these days for about a week - and for about a week I've been extremely anxious. I don't want to be away for that long. Henry has become a little love bug lately. Out of the blue he'll grab my leg or kiss me or say "wuv you mama".
I don't want to be away from Henry for that long.
Yesterday I couldn't catch my breath. Can't we just come back on Wednesday? That will be the same amount of time I was gone last time. I can handle that. But two more days?
I don't want to be away from my family for that long.
Jason and I talked this morning. He gave me his basic response, "Just do what you have to do." I wish he could realize that's not helpful. I want an answer. An opinion. His thoughts on it all. What does HE want? He's married to a woman who hoards all of her PTO and uses her bonus to travel to a third world country. I wonder what that's like to be in his shoes as he holds down the fort while I'm gone.
I don't want to be away from home for that long.
And yet we booked it. And I didn't pass out as I clicked PURCHASE on two sets of tickets.
I'm not sure where the anxiety is coming from. I know what to expect. I know most of the people there. I've met many of the babies. I know the routine. And yet, as I sit here with my cuddle buddy next to me, I feel anxious.
Then...I come across something like this: click HERE.
How fortunate am I that I have the resources to take a trip to Haiti - that I have a husband who supports me - that I have two healthy kids who eat 3 meals a day, sleep in their own beds, and have multiple pairs of shoes and toys and clothing.
I will be in Haiti on Mother's Day. What's interesting is that I will most likely be meeting the newest little Gigure, but won't know she's the one until I get back home. I'm spending Mother's Day with the daughter I don't know yet.
You know what? That mades me smile.
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