We had a great meeting last night with the social worker. The social worker was super nice. She is also an adopted parent. They went in August to Korea to pick up their son. It was nice to talk to a social worker that actually understands first hand the adoption experience. Chloe was very shy the entire visit. She had her head buried in one of our shoulders most of the visit. The social worker could not get over how much Chloe looks like me. She said "Chloe was born to be your daughter". I thought that was really nice and it just made me so happy that she is my daughter. There were so many things that had to been done. So many people that had to decide where this little girl would live and it all worked out that she is where she needs to be, in our arms. As soon as we got in the van Chloe once again came alive and started laughing and smiling. We got home about 7:00. We watched The Biggest Loser finale and I was very happy that Michelle won. The kids went to bed at about 8:30. Sam came in our room about 2 AM and Emma woke up and came in our room at about 6:00. I got up and got in the bed with Chloe. We all slept until about 8:30. We got ready and we went to my friend's house to get Sam his haircut. We did not make it Monday night because of the weather. He did a great job and he looks so handsome. We then made a trip to Wal-Mart. Yes, I had all three kids! I only had 7 items to pick up so I knew I could contain all of them in the buggy. They all did great but I probably will not make a habit of going with all of them by myself. Well the girls were taking a nap but I hear Chloe waking up so I better go.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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