When Life Hands You Lemons...

You get some love from Utah!!!!

I don't have news on our GhanaGirl. We're at a standstill. It's a heart wrenching standstill, so no more on that for now.

There are a few who have stood right beside us as we walked this road. One person in particular who stood with me at the orphanage, facing the possibility that we might be watching one of the children die. She didn't freak, she just said she wasn't going anywhere. I've stood by and watched children die before, it sends people with more "training" then her running. She didn't, because she's a mom, and that's all the training that was useful at that point. I had reached the end of my rope then. I reached the end of my rope again this week. I called my friend crying, and there she was. She's been there, she knows.

This morning, I pulled myself out of bed and went on with my mom jobs. I took the kids to their swim meet. When I got home, there were my lemons, made into lemonade. I burst into tears again. This time for a different reason. We don't drink anymore (because yet another of my relatives needs some love from AA and maybe NA too). So, I told my fellow Lucky Hill veteran that I would be drowning my sorrows in A LOT of chocolate. She was kind enough to add to my supply. AWESOME.



Then, as I'm eating my chocolate, more love from Utah.



This friend thought she was a slacker for not sending it sooner, but God knew just when I would need it the most. This time love came in the form of CTR rings and fry sauce. There was an awesome movie that we will all be enjoying on Monday for FHE. Gigantobaby is SURE that the baby that Jesus holding is him "when I was a baby!". It could be my little man, it could be. He carried you right to us, and He's going to bring our GhanaGirl too. He'll know when it's just the right time. Hopefully, that will be soon.

--FullPlateMom,
who sends you some chocolate covered love too.

A message to my family... I ASKED for that Book of Mormon. This is not an attempt at conversion. I've read parts of the Quran and the Torah. It's ok. I promise. This book is important to the people who brought our GhanaGirl to us. It's important that I know what it says, and that it finds a place in our home. The end.