Friday, July 27, 2012

A Squirmy Fuzzy Worm

This past Monday we celebrated 5 years since we adopted our three youngest children.Somehow I almost missed our special day. Thankfully Eric brought it to my attention and suggested we do something to commemorate the day 5 years ago when our lives were changed forever. That took the form of taking the kids to Hobby Lobby and coming home with an eyeball, and brain, not real, to soak in water so they would grow, a squirmy fuzzy worm, again not real, and a kitchen chemistry set, real.

In a way, I am not surprised that I almost missed the milestone. God in his grace gave us one day at a time and next thing I knew, it had been 5 years!  This weekend, while listening to my youngest read Stuart Little (not an easy book to read for an 8 yr. old in my opinion) and review addition flashcards, I had to marvel at how much she has grown, how much she has learned and how very much I love her. Becoming a family happened inexplicably really. 5 years ago, we began a journey together, every day getting to know each other, little by little trusting each other and growing to love each other.  God bound our hearts together in a way that only He can do. Adoption was his idea to begin with and He adopted even more kids than we did!

He predestined us to adoption as sons through Jesus Christ to  Himself, according to the kind intention of His will. Ephesians 1:5

I'm so glad He adopted me and I am so glad that we adopted our children. While the journey has not been easy, it is glorious. We have God himself guiding us everyday. We give glory to God alone for the past five years and for every year to come.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Hair today

It is not a good idea to tell your hair dresser that you are thinking of doing something new with your hair. It is true I had gotten to that near desperate time with my hair when no matter what I did, seemed to grow during the day and I would end the day looking like Chaka Khan. It takes on a life of its own after awhile. I was in a vulnerable state to say the least. She suggested shagging it (wasn't that popular in the 60's or 70's) which did not even sound good and then she showed me a picture which I did not like. Unfortunately I did not have a clear picture of what I wanted so I agreed to a longer version of the picture. Then the cutting fest began. It was like throwing red meat to a ravenous lion! She was cutting like she had never cut before! She eased me into it by not cutting that much off in the length and then proceeded to cut short layers so that I ended up looking like a teen aged boy trying to be cool. As soon as I walked in the house, the kids said, "Your hair is short!" Amazingly, my husband did not notice that there was anything different. I'm sure it's a survival technique that he discovered early on in our marriage when confronted with a disaster of this magnitude. He's also going through a crunch at work and wouldn't notice if I came into the room naked.

The only way to handle this is to act like this was my plan all along when really I'm doubling up on hair growing vitamins and waiting for it to grow. It makes no difference whether my hair is long and bushy or short and shaggy, it will take the same amount of time to deal with it. I either need to calm it down to make it look less voluminous or now fluff it up to make it look like I am a female. No matter, this is not the end of the world, right? I just need to get through work tomorrow when I will hold my shaggy head high and walk confidently in the office. Of course, there is the chance that they may not recognize me in which case they will call security and I'll get the day off!