Adoption doesn’t happen without loss, and there are certain times throughout the year when that reality smacks me right in the face. May is

I’ve experienced (whether good or bad) the looks, the questions, and the self-doubt that happens from going out in public as a family. It’s basically a day-in-the-life of an adoptive family. People are curious about your diverse family and how it all happened. You often find yourself viewed as a superhero that saves the world or a crazy person with too many kids. It’s never anywhere in-between. I’ve met so many adoptive mommas in the Nashville area, and I love the community t

When Scott and I said ‘yes’ to adoption, we really had no idea the journey that it would take us on. I’m thankful that ignorance was bliss as we blindly felt our way through the process. Our agency, Holt International, was amazing, but it’s like being a first-time parent. You really don’t fully understand adoption until you’re in it. The process was filled with a million highs and a few lows. When it was all said and done, adoption brought us an amazing black-haired, brown-ey

I quickly walked up the steps at the church where our daughter, Brielle, attended her first day of preschool in the three-year-old classroom. I knew deep inside that she had a great day. I knew that she was going to love school. Brielle ran to me and hugged me the moment she saw me. Her teacher told me how she asked for a TON of snacks and had a really great day. Per the norm, everyone there instantly loved her. Her smile and laugh are contagious. She’s a fun kid. Right befor

Expectant. I am filled with excitement and anticipation as I stare down the final countdown to Christmas and New Years. I look forward to 2018 and the opportunity to serve you through words. I’m also ready to bid a firm “see ya later” to 2017. 2017 was hard. We walked through the hard “after the airport” days of adoption. (OK, I walked through the hard “after the airport” days. Everyone else was just fine, but that’s for another post.) We said goodbye to family and friends th

I had a completely different blog post ready for this week, but it just didn't feel right. It felt forced, and I felt like this week deserved better. It's National Adoption Month and this Sunday is Orphan Sunday (www.cafo.org). Seven years ago we felt the call to adopt on Orphan Sunday. How has it been seven years already? Since that day, I have been involved in the adoption community. This is the first November in many years that I'm not organizing a special event. If I'm be