I have discovered that, more often than not, life doesn’t go as planned. You too?
When Brance and I were newly married we desired to have a home overflowing with children. We would gaze starry-eyed over coffee and books and discuss how theoretically we would raise all of these blessings. It was unknown and exciting to begin this journey together. We both were blessed with good, loving families and we so looked forward to building our own.
When the two pregnancies I experienced proved a huge trial to our young family (24/7 nausea and vomiting for 9 months–Brance basically having to move his office home to care for me), we dreamed of growing through adoption. And yet, our living and working situation over the last 5 years has prevented that from happening as well. Life doesn’t always go as planned.
I was fortunate to spend most of my growing up years in one location and in one home. Our roots went deep there and I have fond memories of every nook and cranny of the home my dad built for our family. I think that because of this, I imagined that I, too, would Continue reading