Holy Crap...it's nearly the end of March!
I know, I know...I'm constantly battling the "where did the time go" phenomenon. I can't help it, I'm easily sidetracked. It hit me that this time last year we were riding the adoption roller coaster and sometimes feeling sorry for ourselves that we hadn't been placed yet. Silly me. In fact, this same week last year, we were working feverishly on our new shop location. We worked non-stop for 72 hours to get the new location ready to open. It was a weekend that we didn't dwell on the fact that we hadn't gotten "a call" lately, we just worked our butts off...with the help of some of our amazing friends & family. We had no idea that a week later...our lives would change drastically.
As Pickle's first birthday approaches, I find myself feeling enormous gratitude and emotion...it's still such a new phenomenon to me - the emotional thing - emotionally awkward/stunted/etc. :) It's amazing how many wonderful people come to mind when I think of this new chapter of our lives. People that may not even know that they have a special place in our hearts. From our amazing social workers, to our amazing nurses at FMH, to our friends, our family, and even the kind Alaska Airlines representative...you'll never be forgotten. :)
Last week, I found myself telling a friend on the 'emotional roller coaster that is adoption' that, "before they knew it, life would never be the same". I know that my words probably aren't helping ease their anxiety or patience, but I can empathize with their feelings. I remember counting the days to when our home study would be finished or when we would be "in the pool". Then suddenly, we were placed and I stopped counting the days...we wanted every single moment of every day to count while we waited to find out if we would be Pickle's "forever home".
Looking back...prior to placement, el husbando and I should have been making the days count too. We could not have possibly imagined that we would be so consumed with another human being. Luckily we find most things humorous...so getting peed, puked, or pooped on became a humorous moment that we shared even in moments of complete exhaustion. Every new sound, movement, giggle that we see in our child is a special, delightful moment that we drink in like the new parents we are. Wherever you are in your life process...make the day count.
As for Part II of our adoption story...stay tuned, I promise I will get the words out there. Okay...enough sappy stuff for today, I can't even see through my tears to write this. :)
xo
As Pickle's first birthday approaches, I find myself feeling enormous gratitude and emotion...it's still such a new phenomenon to me - the emotional thing - emotionally awkward/stunted/etc. :) It's amazing how many wonderful people come to mind when I think of this new chapter of our lives. People that may not even know that they have a special place in our hearts. From our amazing social workers, to our amazing nurses at FMH, to our friends, our family, and even the kind Alaska Airlines representative...you'll never be forgotten. :)
Last week, I found myself telling a friend on the 'emotional roller coaster that is adoption' that, "before they knew it, life would never be the same". I know that my words probably aren't helping ease their anxiety or patience, but I can empathize with their feelings. I remember counting the days to when our home study would be finished or when we would be "in the pool". Then suddenly, we were placed and I stopped counting the days...we wanted every single moment of every day to count while we waited to find out if we would be Pickle's "forever home".
As for Part II of our adoption story...stay tuned, I promise I will get the words out there. Okay...enough sappy stuff for today, I can't even see through my tears to write this. :)
xo
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