Karen's Journey

I was at the beach this past Friday (the horror!), so didn't have a chance to post a photo. So here is another "raindrops on roses" photo, which may be either late for last Friday, or early for next Friday, depending on how this Friday goes. Enjoy!

Raindrops on roses...

 A portion of T's matchbox car collection, which he would very much like to share with his siblings back in 'topia. We're working on some foamboard cars to send to T's siblings in Ethiopia (since we can't send matchbox cars). He wanted to write his sister's name on the back of hers. Me: They won't be able to read English. T: Why not? Me: Because they don't speak English. Did you speak English when you were there? T: No. Me: Well, that's why. T: But they not need a new mommy and daddy and they learn English like me? Me: No, they don't need a new mommy and daddy. T: Why they not need a new mommy and daddy? I want to say it's because he showed the most promise, but I don't want him to hate school for being the reason he got separated from his family. These are the times that try adoptive mommies' souls. Thankfully some distraction interrupted the conversation. In the meantime, I need to start working on that answer. I w...

I don't know how to state this without perhaps sounding a little odd, but sometimes I have a sixth sense, which ranges from something as inconsequential as having a correct feeling that I will run into someone in particular in the grocery store to things as significant as knowing when people have died. For instance, one December night in 1993, I was writing out Christmas cards. I came to my friend, Martie, in the list and thought, "I should call her." It was a bone deep sense of "I should call her," not a casual thought. I tried to shake it off. "I'll just write the card and call after the holidays." "NO!" said the Voice inside my head, "Call her NOW." Again, I tried to ignore it. "I'm really busy trying to get these cards written. I'll just catch her up with what's been going on in a note in the card." But I couldn't overcome the Voice, and, compelled by it, I picked up the  phone and dialed. W...