I believe.

• I believe in the rightness of our choice.
• I believe that God has a plan for my two new girls.
• I believe that there is beauty that comes from sadness and hurt.
• I believe that my family will grow - not just in number (I now have five children!) but that they will grow in love and knowledge.
• I believe that we have a purpose.
• I believe that I have a purpose.
• I believe that God has answered my prayers for protection for my girls.
• I believe that while it may take a little while to become adjusted, we will eventually settle into a new routine.
• I believe that great things are about to happen.

Conversations.

From Tripper.
At the Dairy Queen.

"Hey Mother. Did you know that if someone hurts you, they pop your personal bubble?"

I have no comment to that. Really.

Oh, What a Night... and a day, too!

Ok, I just started to write about our night, Tripp's hiney, our ambulance ride, our day at Vanderbilt, Tripper on morphine, me missing class... but I really don't want to talk about it.

Today was super difficult.

You know what, though? I didn't even cry.

I also have not cried when all that junk started going on with my new kids. I don't know why. I am usually a huge mush ball. But I seem to have no tears. Maybe I am old and dried up.

For those who don't know, we are going to have two girls come live with us. I am very excited about this. They are beautiful, courageous, and simply wonderful.

Well, tomorrow is day 5 of school Intersession. Just making it through.