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I'm Emily & welcome to my blog! I document our family's adventures in adoption, parenthood, faith and life: the messy & the beautiful. Hope you find something for yourself here!

It's Not Really About the Weather.

It's Not Really About the Weather.

Depending where you find yourself in the world right now, you may have snow on the ground outside like we do.

It’s April 18th. That’s pretty ridiculous. Spring has tantalized us for weeks now; the lure of fresh breeze ushered through cracked windows, the warmth of sun just barely kissing the back of my neck as I wait for Samuel's bus, the soggy yellow grass sloooowly turning green. But winter seems to have a tight grasp this year. January and February can no longer claim blizzards or ice storms as their own. We keep wondering when we can put our winter boots and jackets away, but the weather forecast keeps them close at hand. 

My emotions don’t always feel particularly in unison with the weather, but this year, it’s kinda bang on. We’ve had days where it seems like we’re about to get the approval for our adoption license; like it’s so close, we could almost grab it. We hold our breath in silent hopes and prayers as though we’re being filled with helium, and then deflate when we discover there’s another stack of ‘to-do’s added to the mile-high list of things already done. It’s almost laughable how many i’s need to be dotted and t’s need to be crossed before “they” decide there’s a whole other list of letters to dot and cross. Except, it’s seriously not funny.

 I love how collectively, as sufferers of this late wintry weather, we can go through the frustration and disappointment together. It kind of makes us understand one another a bit better. I don’t think I’ve met a single person in this city whose NOT fed up by the cold or slush. We’re all surprised and bummed out, but we all DO know it will go away. One way or another, April or May – spring will arrive. There will soon be a day we are complaining about sunburns and mosquito bites, or not enough AC. So although I’m as sick of this weather as anyone else, I have to admit, I kind of enjoy feeling like I’m part of something bigger than myself. We’ve gone through such a unique and frustrating process alone for so long, to share the same emotion with lots of people, at the same time - I don’t know. It’s just kind of nice.

So here’s to another week of holding on together in anticipation of better, warmer days, and to hoping that all the extra waterfall (in ice, snow, or rain form), will make the grass extra green this year.

When Sadness & Joy Coexist.

When Sadness & Joy Coexist.

Frustration.

Frustration.