August has taught me a lot, albeit reluctantly.  The only reason I like to see August come is to watch it go.  August represents my busiest month at my “real job.”  Add in a photography business on the side, a couple of foster kids and two puppies and I’m the first to throw in the [...]

Dear boyfriend, Bet you think I forgot about your Saturday night love letter. Well.  Actually.  I kinda did forget. BUT, in my defense, I didn’t get in until after midnight. I am trying to make it up, on this regular Monday night. It’s true.  I carry your heart in my heart. Sleep tight.  And, good [...]

What I like to read over and over again, when I stand before the board of pictures in my kitchen and sob because I miss how unruly Aviean’s hair was when I tried to comb it. when I watch birth parents make decisions that are not the best for their children and am powerless to [...]

I am not your friend. I am your parent. I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture you, drive you insane, be your worst nightmare and hunt you down when needed because I love you. When you understand that, I will know you’re a responsible adult. You will never find someone who loves, prays, [...]

There are beautiful days in foster care, days when you feel so fulfilled that you can’t imagine you’ll ever stop caring for children who need a home. And then there are days, like today, when the preschooler is screaming obscenities at you in between punching you in the face and the teenager gives you the [...]

Dear boyfriend, I will try to remember. You will try to remember. When I forget, you’ll remind me. When you forget, I’ll remind you. These days of being apart are just our small beginning. But I do think the Lord is happy to see the work of us begin. Love, me

I am… … exhausted.  This is what happens when you work in higher education in August. … wondering if Mr. Four Year Old will ever sleep another full night without waking me up. … shooting a wedding at Disney World this fall. … looking forward to having the occasional Saturday off once “wedding season” ends. [...]

She had just turned 14 years old days before she went to the doctor’s office that morning for what would turn out to be the last exam before she gave birth to her son. It was four years ago today that my foster daughter’s son entered this world through a c-section because his mother was [...]

Source: here. Dear boyfriend: This week has been hard when it comes to missing you. We can do this; I know we can. We will email and Skype and write letters. But I can only do this, if I truly believe in my heart that one day we’ll live in the same continent country state [...]

Despite valiant efforts from myself, the college girl living with us and Miss Eighteen, the house still isn’t fully recovered from the party of the century. Also, I am moving a certain baby foster bird (Miss Eighteen) out of my house and into her own as well as doing that whole little “register her for [...]