Keeping the beat...

Time has escaped between all the numbers in the last 24 months.  The days have become a blurr juggling work, home and breathlessly running after Brase.  I have no time for myself but would not take anything for this time with my son. 

I must report that my favorite moment, in recent weeks, took place during our post dinner dance a-thon.  Adele was streaming through the air as we jumped and swung our bodies around the room.  It was a tender moment when I scooped my little boy up and he laid his head upon my shoulder. Brase then motioned to the kitchen where his Papi' stood.  Brase insisted that Jose' join us as we slowly danced. Jose joined in and our wee one laid his small hands upon our faces.  We smiled and Brase giggled as our bodies swayed to the beat.  This is an amazing time... a time that will only come once.

Adoption Day...

This adoption adventure was not included in our master plan.  Dirty diapers, pureed beets and a crying kid were not on our radar.  Mind you, we had thought about adoption but not seriously.  At 40 and 43 something clicked and it became the right time.  Old dreams were abandoned and priorities quickly shifted following the words, "let's adopt."  A very different and new way of life emerged overnight.  I can honestly say, we are not the same people we were two years ago.  

I call to mind the words of E.M Forster,  "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."  These are powerful words because you never know what awaits around a hidden corner. 

The Family Bed...

Two chihuahuas, one Papi', one Daddy and one Baby Boy! What the hell happened to my beautifully appointed room? No more face masks and ear plugs for me. I have given up the good fight and brought Brase into our bed. The 3:00 am feeding is just easier that way. I hope he moves back to his room before he is 10 years old!

Before...

After...