Author: Violeta

I asked J. why she loves daddy: she had a long list for him. It was sweet to hear her recount them. As I kept prompting her to add to it she said “that’s enough!” with a side of eye rolling 🙄

If you are to give anything, give with joy, not begrudgingly, so it ca be received and be fruitful. That’s what says in the Bible. And it is good.

We wanted to name our first daughter Faith. We moved across the world in faith. God was and always is faithful.

We’re on a city break, just the two of us. People we meet think we are a courting couple.

Today we had three adoption meetings. We left there feeling like we’ve made progress but at the same time our hearts are heavy and our minds are set to explode.

Almost every night we struggle with putting her to bed. I dread her tantrums. Or the pouting, or whining, or the million questions and requests after we closed the deal (read all the stories, rub the feet, sing the songs, pray, chat a little longer…)

Could I quiet my mind enough in order to write about this accurately?

I went to a class about the love languages of kids.

° She wakes up and goes to the living room where she finds daddy playing angry birds on his iPhone. “What are you doing daddy?” – playing a game – “Mommy said no more games on the phone in the morning. How many times do you want her to say this? A thousand times?”

We were at the pool, swimming, I was doing laps, jackie was diving.

In 5th grade I was voted as the class president. I didn’t run for the title. I didn’t vote for myself. I didn’t know what the title entailed. Why did they vote for me? My teacher for 4 year never favored me, not he highlighted my skills. He let me tread water. I was lucky…