Well, what I would love to do is share some good news, but that will have to wait a day or two more. So, in the meantime, here is some this and that.
There is a fundraiser/giveaway going over on Millions of Miles to raise money for Heartline and JabuAfrica. I have talked about Heartline on here before because it is something close to my heart. ALL the children at the orphanage we support have lost their mothers, most due to complications in childbirth or shortly after. Heartline is in Haiti and they have a birthing center, childbirth classes, parenting classes for vulnerable women. What a wonderful project!
Natalie has wanted to be a construction worker when she grows up until recently. The other day she said, "mom, I want to be a police officer when I grow up!" I asked her why. She said, "so, when people are naughty, I can give them tickets and get their money and keep it!" (Um, yes, she was raised in congo).
Isla, on the other hand, wants to be a fairy when she grows up and can I "please, please find her real wings so she can fly?" (I think that is my secret wish too).
Mia, is obsessed with women's clothes magazines. When the mail comes she waits until I put them in the recycling and then steals them out and hides somewhere with them and examines every photo in detail.
Ellie runs as fast as me. She is three. How is that possible? (And yes, I suppose the obvious answer I am avoiding is that why do I run as slow as a three year old.)
It's still snowing here. But I keep hearing it will be sunny and warm soon.
I didn't win the summit 9 blogging contest. Which is fine, as I said in my post, there are many people that really deserve to go more than I do and I'm glad they have that chance. I admit, I'm sad about it, because I secretly really wanted to go. I really wanted to go because I wanted to meet other people that are doing family reunification at orphanages. Why? Because it's really hard and there isn't a lot of support for the model (especially when international adoption is also an alternative); sometimes I feel really isolated in the push for this passion God has laid on my heart. But the reality is that even if I had the conference paid for I wouldn't have been able to pay for the transport to get there or other stuff (like eating :). So, it is what it is. Maybe another year. (I'm drowning my disappointment in jelly beans. Not such a great idea.)
Never underestimate the pure bliss of an afternoon alone anywhere when you are a parent of so many littles. What a gift! Thank you Mike!