When Infertility Still Stings

There were four yesterday. FOUR. Sweet black and white pictures of little nuggets (that mostly look like aliens) fill my newsfeed. And all these years later, it still hurts. Not nearly as bad, but it does. I still get baby shower invitations in the mail, and it...

Beautiful Brokenness

I sat in our hospital room with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart. How can something so broken, be so beautiful? My whole family was sleeping. I watched her mince as she changed positions and found a more comfortable way to rest. Her poor body had endured much with...
brown baby. white mama.

brown baby. white mama.

The Top Five Things I’ve Learned From Our Transracial Adoption I know that people KNOW she is adopted when they ask us. Her brown skin attracts attention and people are curious of her story. It’s a way for them to ask permission to step into our...

Our Birth Mom

In my last post, I shared about our open adoption. When Brandon and I were walking through the adoption process, I read everything I could find about birth moms. I wanted to know what it was like through their eyes. Whether you are interested in adoption, in the...

Our Open Adoption

“A child born to another woman calls me mommy. The magnitude of that tragedy and the depth of that privilege are not lost on me.” -Jody Landers. How do you thank a woman who made you a mommy? Honestly, this will probably be one of the hardest post I have...