Feeling Better

I feel much better
Thank you for letting me rant
I feel much lighter
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Mad post yesterday
Helped remind me of all the
Lovely comments too
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Most people are kind
Lavishing praise on my boys
Compliments and love
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Must ignore the bad
That are outnumbered by good
And by my own thoughts

Just wanted to say "thank you" again to everyone for letting me rant yesterday. It was good to get that out of my head. Like I said yesterday I really don't care what crazy strangers say to me, but when it is said in front of my boys I get angry. Don't mess with me boys!

Ranting like that also reminded me that those rude comments are few and far between compared to the positive comments the boys usually receive for being so well behaved, polite, cute, and sweet. I hope their ears are open to the good comments and closed to the bad comments.

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Moving on...

I have been in a much better mood this past week. My funky-depression-like state has been lifted. I feel happy, light, and cheery. It is so nice. I don't know if it is because of the increased sunlight thanks to Daylight Savings Time or if I was just able to snap myself out of it. Whatever the reason, I'm feeling good.

The weather has been like a heatwave, hovering around 40 degrees and sunny, all week. The mounds and mounds of snow are slowly melting and I can even see a bit of brown snow peeking out from beneath the snow piles right next to the sidewalk. Heaven! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Soon we will be spending our days taking walks outside, going to the park, kicking a ball around the backyard, and planting flowers. I am so excited!

And on an even happier note...

My sister-in-law and her family just picked up their new baby yesterday! I am so excited for them I can hardly stand it. He is 8 months old and absolutely adorable. They have been praying for this baby for years. They have a sweet, fantastic, gorgeous 7 year old daughter, Cassie, and have been trying to add to their family since she was a toddler. They suffered through miscarriage after miscarriage. After fertility treatments repeatedly failed, they finally turned to adoption a few years ago. They filed all of the paperwork. Did the house studies. Went through the interviews. And were finally chosen by a birth mother, only to have their hearts broken.

Then came Wyatt. A short time ago they received a call that another mother had chosen them. They cautiously met the baby and fell in love. All the meetings went perfectly. Everything fell into place. The only condition the birth parents had was that they wanted the baby to be named Wyatt. Done. My sis-in-law and her hubby tried to continue cautiously (they didn't even tell Cassie that she might be getting a brother for fear it would not work out again), but their hearts fell more and more in love with Wyatt every time they saw him. Each night as they tucked Cassie into bed they would listen to her prayers asking God for a baby brother or sister, and exchange hopeful looks.

Yesterday the birth mother terminated her rights and my sis-in-law and her family went to pick up their new baby. I am overwhelmed with happiness for them and have tears in my eyes even now as I write this. They picked Cassie up from school, handed her a "Big Sister" bracelet, and told her they were on their way to pick up her baby brother. Her excitement was immeasurable.

They had an actual ceremony where the birth mother physically hands the baby over to the adoptive parents. I cannot imagine being that birth mother and what it must be like to terminate your rights to your child and then hand him to his new family. I cannot fathom the grief. Every time I think about it I cry. But I am thankful. So very thankful that she was able to show such an amazingly selfless act of love for this child. Because this child will be loved and cared for by a wonderful family, and a warm and kind extended family. This child is blessed. And I want that birth mother and father to know that we all think they are amazing. Wise beyond their years. Loving beyond comprehension. And we thank them. From the bottom of our hearts, we thank them. And I pray for them too. I pray that their hearts be comforted in what I can only imagine must be an extraordinarily painful time.

And just one more thing...

I was just about to post this and I received a call that my mom was taken to the hospital. She had extreme shortness of breath, horrible chest pain, and then she passed out. Of course, all of my brothers and my sister and I ran over to the hospital right away. The doctors ran tests and it turns out she has Pericarditis (inflammation of the heart). A much better diagnosis than the heart attack we thought she was having. However, with all of her other medical problems (Multiple Myeloma) it is worrisome to me. She has already been released from the hospital and is at home. So, whew! That's good. Still, if you could say a little prayer for her that would be fabulous.

Thank you!