After a few concerned emails and text messages it has occured to me that I think I sounded miserable yesterday.
So allow me to clarify.
When the boys came home, I curled up in the fetal position for a couple of weeks.
Got some sleep.
Shook off the nasty virus I brought back with me.
Adjusted to 6.
And we moved on our merry way.
We were merry.
Merry merry quite contrary.
That doesn't make sense.
I'm not contrary.
Unless I'm out of Cocunut Creme coffee creamer.
Then I am totally contrary.
But I digress.
We hit our stride.
And just when I thought all was well, the enormity of everything caught up to me.
Moving is hard.
Leaving friends(holla JBUG ladies!), our church, our home, and darn near everything else that was familiar to us and that we loved dearly
And losing that support group that filled me up each day
Hearing JJ's prognosis was hard.
Transitioning 6 kids into new schools and a new church and a new environment is hard.
This move has been hard.
This summer has been hard.
And since this blog is kinda of like my daily diary; instead of writing,
I instead spewed out what I wrote yesterday.
Adoption is hard.
and a hundred other things that I would need a thesaurus to express
Thank you for loving on us,
Thank you for checking on us,
Thank you for being willing to admit that you are right there with me some days.
This is life.
This is love.
This. Is. Adoption.
Some days rock.
And some days you see that darkness of their past reach through time and take hold of them once again
and you meet them there.
And you love them there.
And you coax them out of that dark place again and again and again
The best thing I have ever been privileged to be a part of?
So less you think I have lost my funny bone let me just leave you with this.
Interrupting Cow Wh...MOOOOOOOO.
Ok never mind.
It's way funnier in person.
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