Who Needs Chocolate?

We have an awesome new opportunity to support our adoption fundraising! 

If you like, love or need chocolate, you can order some amazing treats from Denae's Sweets and help us raise some funds! 

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Denae's Sweets are ridiculously good.  Easter is right around the corner.  You need gifts. 

YOU need chocolate.  

Signatures Needed

It has been 503 days since DRC enacted a suspension on issuing exit letters for adopted children.  That means there are hundreds of kids unable to be part of a family and hundreds of families doing everything in their power to get these kids home.  Not just US families either, but lots of Canadian and European families.  We are ALL joining together to get these kids unstuck.

President Obama is very much respected in DRC.  So far every other attempt at diplomacy as come up wildly short. (Not that we aren't appreciative, but the US State Department just isn't getting it done.)  We are petitioning President Obama to make a call to the President of DRC, one leader to another.

Please take a few minutes to sign this petition.  You do have to confirm your signature via email so don't' forget that part! It's quick and easy and there are so many kids that need whatever help we can give.

http://wh.gov/ib4BV

No Words.

Yesterday I received an email with new pictures and a video of my son.  Normally, I would immediately stop doing whatever I was doing to devour these images.  That’s what happens when you only get to see your child via media, once a month tops.  However, yesterday when I saw the email pop up, I quickly closed it and really didn’t think about it again until later in the evening. 

It’s not that I don’t care. Or that I don’t want to see how my child is developing.  Or that I was too busy. 

It just hurt too much.

You see for a brief, sweet week I held my son in my arms.  I fed him. I rocked him to sleep. I woke up to his chattering.  I tickled him. I soothed his cries.  I was his mom. Not just in a legal sense or a theoretical sense.  In a real, tangible way I was able to parent him – a privilege that has been out my grasp this entire year. 

And one week ago, I let someone take him out of my arms. I kissed his cheeks, whispered that I loved him, and walked away.  Not because I wanted to but because I had no choice. 

There are no words for this situation.