OUR ADOPTION JOURNEY-From Zero to Five Kids Overnight

OUR ADOPTION JOURNEY-From Zero to Five Kids Overnight

All adoption journeys are unique, we know we are little biased but we think our adoption journey is the best of all:

We knew early in our marriage that if we were not able to conceive naturally we would adopt.  Originally the plan was international but as you will see, that spiraled into something much bigger.  

In 2012 we faced reality, 4 major surgeries, stage 4 endometriosis, and a total hysterectomy confirmed our fears:  I would never conceive a baby.  We were disappointed but excited about the new adventure ahead of us.  Truthfully, we didn’t really care how God gave us a family, we just wanted a family.

From the beginning my wise, big hearted, and fiscally responsible husband suggested foster care.  Adoption is expensive, foster to adopt expenses are paid for by the state.  I immediately and adamantly refused.  I was afraid.  Afraid of strange kids in my home, afraid of the messy lives I would see, afraid of being powerless (just keeping it real here).  But most of all, I was afraid of falling in love.  Because you see, foster care = heartbreak for everyone involved.  I did not think I could handle it.

So we jumped into international adoption but realized quickly that the cost would be steep, and not just financially.  We learned that most countries require a considerable amount of time spent in their country before you are allowed to bring your child home.  We were, at the time, working long hours, nights, and weekends to make ends meet.  Even if we were able to save enough money for the adoption, we would not be able to take that much time off of work.  Besides, we could not agree on a country, so we took a step back.

Once again, my husband gently pushed foster care.  Once again, I refused.

So, we found a private, domestic, adoption agency.  And, we got excited.  Everything seemed to be falling into place.  The agency was perfect, focused on open adoptions, counseling young women, and the Word of God.  The finances came through, the money we had saved, generous donations from family and friends, and grants received gave us just enough.  I had a new job in a school district with resources to child care, leave, and support.  We were ready.

We waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Two years.  Not a single match.  No one picked us.

And then it happened.

I met a fierce, tiny, and broken little girl.  She had been placed with a friend at our school and her classroom was down the hall from my office.  She was the perfect embodiment of all of my fears of foster kids and the foster system.  But, she was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen.  And God began to change my heart.

Then, two other little girls came into our lives.  Our close friends were involved in respite care for foster families and had taken in two little girls.  We got to know them, love them, and spend time with them.  I had a face.  Well, three faces.  It turns out, I needed a face of a foster child to face my fears of becoming a foster parent.  I was not spared the messiness of their foster to adopt journey (all three are now adopted).  But I was given the courage to finally agree, and we signed up for foster classes.

God used those girls to get me through those first brutal weeks of foster classes.   We completed the endless classes, home visits, and paperwork and received our first placement.  Two 3 year olds, a little boy and a little girl.

It was tough.  Immediately we knew we were simply an emergency placement and would not have the children long.  They were severely neglected, the youngest 2 out of 5 kids in their family (the older three were in a shelter).  They were non-verbal, and had various developmental needs.

I know they will never remember me.  They were only with us for 30 days.  It was heartbreaking to pour everything I had into them that month because I knew they would never remember it.  Was I really making a difference?  Or, just spinning my wheels?  

I have to believe I made a difference, even if they do not remember it.  We were able to enroll them in preschool were they were being evaluated for additional help.  We corrected their major dental issues, and got glasses for the little girl who could barely see.  We worked on potty training and even had them saying a few words before they left.  For that month they were safe, happy, and loved.  When they arrived at our house, they had one backpack that the investigator told us not to bring into the house until we knew it was clean of bugs.  When they left, they had a trunk load of clothes, toys, and books.

After they left, something crazy happened.  We received a call from our adoption agency.  We had remained active with the agency after receiving our foster license and had even reached out for a few matches but we seemed to be at an impasse.

We had a match.  A young woman had been contemplating adoption and in researching the agency ran across our picture and profile.  She picked us and asked if we would meet with her.  They had already been counseling her for some time and felt it would be a good time for us to meet.

We were so nervous but knew God’s hand was in it.  We had a great first meeting with the young lady and her mother.  Exchanged phone numbers and became fast friends.  She was 6 months along at the time so we had plenty of time to get to know her.  We had visits and spoke daily.  We made plans to be there when she would be induced so that I could be in the room when our son was born.  We came the day before, checked into our hotel room, signed all the legal papers with the attorney, wrote a big fat check, and waited to hear what time we needed to come to the hospital.

Three days later we drove home with an empty car seat and broken hearts.  She decided to parent.

I wrestled with so many emotions in the following weeks including,

  • Confusion: God orchestrated this, why didn’t it work out?
  • Betrayal: I considered her my friend
  • Anger: Ummm…not fair, God
  • Sorrow: This was probably my only chance of having a baby

In the end I realized:

  • God knew she would decide to parent, so
  • This was about her not her baby.

I could only pray that in those three short months I was able to fulfill my purpose by loving on her unconditionally and showing her how much God loves her too.

And then, for the first time, I gave up my dream of being a Mom.  

“God, if it is your desire that I take care of other people’s kids through fostering, and never have a family of my own, then I will do it.”

Less than a month later, we were back on the list, waiting for our next foster placement when I got the email about 5 kids needing an adoptive home.  There were no pictures, just a short description of each written by their current foster family who loved them very much but felt God had another family in mind for adoption.  My husband surely thought I was nuts when I called him but he agreed to meet with their caseworker the next day to see if we might be a good fit for the kids.  We knew it was a legal-risk placement (meaning nothing is final until the judge signs the adoption decree) but we felt that we were destined to be a part of these kids’ lives and we hoped that it would be as their parents.

We didn’t hear anything for a month after that first meeting with the case worker.  We were sure the current foster family had decided to keep them.  Finally we got a call and were asked to provide respite for the kids so that we could get to know them.  I got to met with their foster mom (who is now grandma) and for the first time got to see pictures of them and hear stories of each of their awesome little personalities.  I’m sure I didn’t sleep at all that first night they stayed with us, I was so excited, and completely flabbergasted at this strange turn of events.

They moved in a few weeks later (after completing the school year at their current school).  We’ve had lots of highs and lows, victories and challenges, successes and failures.  Our adoption was finalized in 2017 and though we’ve only been together a little over 3 years, we know our family was meant to be.  It just took a bit of a journey for us to come together.

And that is how we became the Zero2Five Family.  Our hope and prayer is that God will use our family to encourage others involved or interested in foster care and adoption.  Maybe our family can be the face you need to have the courage to dive in too.

Thank you for reading,

Zero2Five Family

Why we believe #adoptionrocks

Why we believe #adoptionrocks

You may have noticed that our family seemed to miss this year’s #WorldAdoptionDay and #OrphanSunday both of which occurred this past weekend.  That was only partially intentional, to be honest, we needed a weekend to just be a family.  We dealt with some heart issues that had been festering in our home, spent time with grandparents (which heals all wounds), took advantage of the beautiful weather by riding bikes, and played a highly competitive round of Children’s Bible Trivia (not for the faint of heart).

But, #NationalAdoptionAwarenessMonth, #WorldAdoptionDay, and #OrphanSunday are all very important to us as a family so we are celebrating with our smiley faces today.  

I also want to talk with you about the hashtag we use consistently, #adoptionrocks and why we believe that adoption really does “rock”.

Recently, I ran across several articles written by both adoptive parents and adoptees promoting a movement that I’m sure isn’t new but is new to me called #passTheMicToAdoptees (I’ve also seen #notmynaam). In one of these articles, the author expresses a negative view of the popular hashtag, #adoptionrocks and even suggests it is offensive to adoptees.  I definitely recommend adoptive parents read articles like these written by adoptees because other perspectives are always essential to understanding the depth of adoption.  

However, I disagree.  I believe that adoption really does rock and here is why:

First and foremost, there is no better picture of God’s love than adoption.  The Bible says that we once were slaves (Galatians 4:3).  We were nobodys that God chose to be sons and daughters.  The God who created heaven, earth, and everything we see (including the eyes we see it with) adopted us and now we have all the benefits of being heirs to the King of Kings including eternal life, unending grace, and direct access to God.  He was the first adoptive parent.  He was the first parent to break the destructive cycle of sin for us.  His love inspires us to do so for others.

Secondly, there is no better picture of what true family is.  What is a mom?  What is a dad?  An aunt, grandparent, etc.?  Adoption has challenged the way I used to understand these family terms.  A mom is not simply someone who gave birth to another, a mom cares for, protects, leads, instructs, and on and on.  In the same way, an aunt, cousin, grandparent is not simply a blood relative of one’s parents.  They pray for, encourage, show up to meaningless school events, give endless hugs and kisses, and sneak you all the goodies mom won’t let you have.

Third, there is no better picture of how God takes tragedy and makes it into something good.  Adoption begins with a family ripped apart but it doesn’t have to end there.  Adoption can be the breaking of a cycle of addiction, poverty, and even certain behavioral and developmental disorders.  Adoption can be redeeming and provide a child a chance at being a successful and influential adult they might never have had.  Does God want families broken?  No.  Did He intend for some children to be orphaned, fostered, adopted?  No.  But it happens.  Kids are hurt and removed from their families at an alarming rate.  With God’s help, these kids can be a voice for change, advocating for other kids just like them in a way that the rest of us can’t.  They also can be a voice of compassion and encouragement and provide that connection with other foster and adopted kids that they so desperately need.  

Yes, there is nothing more tragic than adoption.  It’s messy, painful, and traumatic for everyone involved.  The effects it has on those connected to adoption never go away.  May we never forget that.  May we also never forget that adoption as we know it will not go away this side of heaven.  There will always be children who need a home because of circumstances that may or may not be out of their parent’s control.  That is the nature of the world we live in today and no amount of avoiding the discomfort or awkwardness will make it go away.  We can’t be afraid to get our hands dirty and our hearts broken.

We have a choice.  We can choose to dwell on the loss and the tragedy of adoption, or we can shift our focus to the beauty involved and the desire it places in us to make a difference by working to encourage others only we can relate to and strive to make changes that only we can make. I fully expect my children to waiver in that choice more than a few times before they reach adulthood.  Grief has many layers and stages and I will respect each stage and walk with my children through it.  My prayer is that they will ultimately be proud of who they are, where they have come from, who they were made to be, and that they are adopted.

Focus on Your Heart

Focus on Your Heart

How the boys and I felt this Monday morning.

Nothing out of the ordinary. I slept through my alarm, then my backup alarm, and finally got up at the same time I’m supposed to be getting #bambam up for his shower. Just like any other day, I staggered around, breaking up arguments, reminding myself not to police the kids (and then doing it anyway). We had a last minute addition to the shower schedule and realized that we were out of Uncrustables sandwiches for lunches. At one point as my husband was fleeing for his life I even uttered the words, “This is why I hate my life.” I’m pretty sure I didn’t mean it though.

At some point in the circus I decided I needed to try to get myself ready for work. I washed yesterday’s makeup off my face because I was too tired last night to. I found a wrinkle free polo and a stretchy pair of black pants. My only option for my frizzy hair was a messy bun and yes, that is the same bandeau I wore on Saturday. As I do on every Monday morning, I stepped on the bathroom scale and, for the second week in a row, saw a number I had never seen before.

My heart sank as I saw those numbers and I replayed all of my poor health choices over the last week. As I do every week, I vowed to do better while knowing deep in my soul that I can’t. I can’t do it y’all. With all of the plates I am juggling something had to drop one of which was my personal health. In everything buzzing through my brain I heard a whisper, “Focus on your heart this week.”

The other plate that lay cracked at my feet is my heart and my soul. I’ve neglected the One who made me and in so doing have neglected myself. Not just my fleshy (flabby) body, MYSELF. Who I really am beyond the flab. I have been medicating my feelings and stress with Oreo cookies (double stuff of course) and candy corn instead of feeding my heart by spending quiet, quality time with God. Those things only taste good while they are in my mouth but they leave me still feeling empty inside.

Focus on your heart. “Okay God, I can do that.” And I left the bathroom feeling a bit lighter. I brushed my daughter’s hair and made her sandwich so she wouldn’t miss the bus. I gave grace, took this pic with my boys, and laughed while we waited for the bus to arrive. I gave extra hugs and “I love you” signs and I forgot all about the numbers on the scale this morning because I focused on my heart.

So what does that mean, really? What does it look like day-to-day to focus on my heart? Does this mean I can eat Oreos and candy corn all day? Well, I’m not buying any more Oreos, but I’m also not going to stress over snacking when I get home from work or even after the kids go to bed. I will enjoy the Halloween candy and birthday cake this week because it’s Halloween and my daughter’s birthday.

For me, it looks like dragging my tush out of bed when the alarm goes off so that I can have quiet time in the morning with just coffee and Jesus. It looks like unending grace towards myself and my kids (and Jared too, I guess). It looks like stopping what I am working on for evening prayers and tuck-ins. It looks like giving up my nightly tv show in favor of quiet reflection and prayer for those I love.

This week, I’m choosing to set aside the guilt and the cookies to focus on becoming the person I was made to be. To focus on my Creator and the passion He has placed in me. To focus on my purpose and tuning my ears to hear the Spirit’s voice.

To focus on my heart.



This is me this week.

A little dramatic maybe but I look at this picture of my precious #princesspea and I know exactly how she feels.  She wants to give up.  In this moment, learning to ride her bike is not worth the frustration and pain.

This week I leveled with God.  I told him, “I don’t want to do this.”  I don’t want to spend every waking hour thinking about my next social media post.  I don’t want to worry anymore about who is watching the vlog.  I don’t want to think about how my words could get twisted into something that offends someone instead of inspires them.  And God listened.

He listened to me cry out that I’m stretched too thin.  That I’m tired of eating out and staying up late.  That I’m tired of only doing everything half-way because that is all I have.  That I’m clearly not the right person for this job because of the things that I have read others say about me.  And He reminded me of a once-favorite story of mine.

Nerd alert: I love C.S. Lewis’s The Chronicles of Narnia.  Like, until I had kids, I read all 7 books every single year.  They never get old and every time I read them I am inspired in some way.

In The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the Pevensies are on a mysterious island with invisible creatures.  Lucy is tasked with sneaking into the magician’s house and finding the spell to make them visible again in his book.  Amongst the other spells in the magician’s spell book, Lucy finds one that would let you know what your friends think about you and she utters it.  She, of course, is crushed when what she hears is not what she expected or hoped.  She laments later to Aslan that she doesn’t think she’ll be able to forget what she heard her friends say.  I feel like my heart echoes hers when she says, “Oh dear.  Have I spoiled everything?” 

Did I pour water on my passion when I satisfied my curiosity and read those comments?  Would I have been better off not reading them?  Will that defining moment change everything from here on out?  (Told you I was being dramatic.)

“Child,” said Aslan, “did I not explain to you once before that no one is ever told what would have happened?”

I did pour water on my passion for my purpose when I read those comments and there is no way to know how hot it could have burned if I hadn’t.  However, I do have a choice of what to do next.  As I wrestle with that decision today, I am focusing on my absolutes; what I know without a shadow of a doubt:

1. God sees me
2. God sees the burdens I carry
3. God has a plan for me
4. His plan requires me to be visible and vulnerable

And with that, I know I must carry on.

If you have hit a wall pursuing your purpose let me encourage you with this one thing:  Start with your absolutes.  And know that God sees you.

The “C” Word: Counseling

The “C” Word: Counseling

I feel like we need to talk about the “c” word: COUNSELING.

Be honest, when you hear that word, do you feel your brain shutting down?  Mine did.  When we started our foster journey, we knew that counseling would be an option.  Even that it was encouraged for us and for the kids.  But counseling was not for us.  Not that we thought we were “all-knowing” or above any issues.  We knew we would need help along the way.  We assumed, when we needed help, we would Google, call family, or ask friends (not in that order of course).

It was almost immediately after our 5 kiddos moved in that we knew we were in over our heads.  There were anxieties and behaviors we were not prepared for, even after 18 weeks of Foster training with the State.  We elicited advice from family, spoke often with their former foster family, read lots of books, and Googled, and Googled, and Googled.  Some of our issues we were able to work through with the kids but about 6 months in we had a situation arise that broke us.  

We felt the way many (if not most) of you do about calling a counselor.  We did not want the kids to have yet another label to bear.  Labels are so heavy.  We were afraid the counselor would not share our worldview.  We were afraid of allowing a stranger be the one to replace the lies in our kids’ hearts and minds.  What if they replaced those lies with more lies instead of truth?

But we had to do something.  We talked with the kids’ caseworker and learned we had some freedom in our choice of a counselor.  They just needed to accept Medicaid insurance.  Barrier one, removed.  However, not all counselors accept Medicaid.   And, as I researched counseling providers in our area I was so discouraged.  One provider touted “dream interpreting” while another forced us to take the kids from school because they didn’t see clients in the afternoon or evening. 

At one point, we did pull the kids from school to meet with one counselor but as we left we both felt pretty strongly that missing school for weekly counseling wasn’t the right choice.

We were sharing our frustration with our caseworker during a visit.  Amazingly, that week a counseling provider had stopped by her office and left their card!  She shared the information with me and I called them the next day.

Not only would they see our kids in the evenings, they could come to our house!  This seemed almost too good to be true.  We still had lots of fears about the counselor we would be assigned to but we also were beginning to feel more confident in our power as parents to say “no” and move on to another provider if we needed to.

She came in the afternoon, after the kids got off the bus.  She was only to see the older 3 and then she saved time for a “family session” at the end (we quickly learned that families are her passion).  She didn’t rush out after she was done but took her time to answer all of our questions and hear our concerns.  The little two were a bit devastated to be left out of the one on ones but successfully commanded her attention during the family sessions.

The kids warmed up to her quickly, I think it was a combination of her being on “their turf” and her God-given skills of connecting with children.  As time went on and we got to know more about her and she got to know more about us, we connected and she was able to incorporate faith in her sessions because she shared the same worldview we do.  She was able to point to Christ as she was helping our kids work through feelings that were bigger than they are and process through their past experiences while look towards the future.  She gave them hope and the tools they needed to hang on to it.

She never jumped to conclusions, she never pushed medication or any diagnosis whatsoever.  I never felt like I was unable to disagree with her (though I rarely did).  I never felt attacked or ashamed of my parenting choices or my children’s behavior.  I did, however, feel empowered as a mother and encouraged at the end of each session.  She didn’t always tell me what I wanted to hear, and some of what we worked through was painful.  But she was right there with us the entire time.

We are stronger today because we accepted help from a counselor when we needed to.  I want you to know a few things we learned on our counseling journey:

  • It is okay to meet with several providers before you find the right fit for your family.  It’s also okay to meet with the counselor yourself before your kids meet them.  
  • Ask if they can come to your house (if you are comfortable).
  • Sessions won’t necessarily be convenient and you may have to sacrifice an afternoon or evening, but you shouldn’t have to sacrifice school, church, or other important functions (notice I didn’t say sports…we did sacrifice sports but it was worth it).
  • Expect a recap at the end of each session with just you and the counselor.  A good counselor will help you as much (or, in our case, more) than your kids.
  • Also, expect homework.  No one is perfect, if you are given homework from the counselor, do it.

Please do not be afraid or ashamed if you or your family needs counseling.  And do not think less of others that are in counseling.  We don’t know the storm that is raging inside those we are closest to but we can help them face it.

When we talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary.
Fred Rogers

When you’re ready to take that first step, we highly recommend our friend, Jen Skavhaug. Find more about her here:

Family Vacation = An Adventure!

Family Vacation = An Adventure!

Vacationing has always been a bit of an adventure for Jared and I.  Jared is very spontaneous and likes to have “experiences” while I’m usually content with simplicity and familiarity.  Last year, we added 5 children to our typical vacation adventures and it quickly turned into vacation insanity.  A good insanity though…sometimes!

There’s something wonderful about getting out of the town you live in for a while.  We may simply be going from one tourist town to another but for me, it is always a refreshing change of perspective.  Almost like a chance to re-set and I feel that when I get home, I can start over new.  I tell myself that when I get home I will… 

  • Cook every night
  • Do yoga
  • Start vlogging
  • Have quiet time at night before bed
  • Pray more
  • Eat healthier
  • Etc.
  • Etc.
  • Etc.

It’s so easy to set the stresses of every day life aside on vacation.  It is easier to forget about the stresses of work, childcare (and the lack there-of), and all of the day-to-day mumbo jumbo that gets heavier and heavier as time goes by.  

Let’s be serious…I’ve never been able to keep a New Year’s resolution.  I know that I won’t do these things for long.  In addition, when I looked over my list, I realized that these things added at least 3 hours to my day not including the etceteras.  Three hours to an already packed and exhausting life.

It was with all these things in mind that I went to church this morning.  At one point during the sermon, the guest speaker quoted from the book Essentialism by Greg Mckeown and it stopped me in my tracks.  It was so powerful and relevant to all of the things rolling around in my brain that I later looked the entire quote up:

The word priority came into the English language in the 1400s.  It was singular.  It meant the very first or prior thing.  It stayed singular for the next five hundred years.  Only in the 1900s did we pluralize the term and start talking about priorities.  Illogically, we reasoned that by changing the word we could bend reality.  Somehow we would now be able to have multiple “first things”.

I was trying to order my “priorities” when that word shouldn’t even exist.  When I shifted my focus to establishing one priority, everything else on my list seemed manageable.  I know that somehow everything else will fall into place.

This year, instead of taking mostly pictures, we tried to take lots of videos of our adventures.  I love to write and plan to continue to do so, however, we know that there is power in video.  When you watch videos, you feel like you are a part of what you are watching so we plan to begin adding vlogs to our list of communications.  This is something we have felt like we should start doing for a while now but to be honest, we have struggled with differing artistic views and a limitation of skills.  That is code talk for lots of arguing and wasted hours.  This is a very strange and new world for us and sometimes we feel silly for even thinking that our small pebble could cause a big enough ripple to make a difference.  Among many other things, I pray this prayer for our family:

Lord, do something unpredictable and uncontrollable.
The Circle Maker by Mark Batterson

It is a scary thing to pray, but so great is my desire that God use our family somehow.  I’m ready for the scary.

I’ve learned a few things about traveling with kids.  I’m looking forward to sharing with you a few of these in a vlog very soon.

Go To Your Circle

Go To Your Circle

I have a confession…I hate Sunday mornings.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  I say the words, “I hate Sundays” under my breath almost every Sunday morning but I don’t really mean it.  We get ready for school five days a week with relatively few hiccups but somehow Sunday mornings feel incredibly hectic and stressful.  Perhaps it’s the added expectation that everyone needs to “look nice”.  Maybe it’s because we usually stay up too late on Saturday nights.  Or it could be that there are forces working against me that just don’t want me to make to church.  Whatever the case may be, I’m usually a hot, crabby mess until we finally get everyone in the car and are on the road.  

This morning was no exception.  During the church service my mind began to wander (as it sometimes does) and I found myself feeling disappointment in myself for being snippy this morning.  I began to talking to God about the worries I was feeling about being a good mom and wife, and worries for my children and my job.  In the midst of my conversation, God spoke.  

I love when God speaks, it’s completely astonishing that GOD would speak to a human… He’s GOD for pete’s sake!  It’s even more amazing that He chooses to speak to me.  Especially in times like this morning where I find myself disobedient, distant, and apathetic.  What did He say?  “Get in your circle.”  

Prayer does not come naturally for me.  Interceding for others just isn’t my gift.  Several months ago I decided that this was an area I needed to work on.  My family and friends, especially my children and husband need me to be a better “prayer warrior” for them.  A good friend had let me borrow her copy of The Circle Maker by Mark Batterson.  I had seen this book and heard many people rave over it but let’s be honest…the first thing that came to my mind when I read the back cover was, “Ugh, ‘name it, claim it’”.  Not for me.  I am a “God’s will be done” girl which means I’m very uncomfortable asking God for anything concrete.  Usually, my prayer requests consisted of wisdom, patience, and rest.  Much needed but admittedly shallow.  I took a chance, read the book, and I’m so glad that I did!

The “Circle Maker” in the book draws a circle in the dirt during a drought and exclaims to God that he will not move from the circle until God makes it rain.  Bold statement.  The Circle Maker did encourage me to pray bigger and more specific prayers (although, it still feels awkward) but more importantly it simply got me praying and praying consistently.  I haven’t drawn a circle in my carpet and refused to leave it until God has answered my prayers but I do think of myself as “inside my circle” when I pray.  For the “Circle Maker”, it was a physical circle, for me, it’s a metaphorical circle.  A circle that, with the right attitude, can follow me throughout my day.  That’s why, when I start to waiver in my consistency, God tells me to get back in my circle. 

That’s what He said to me this morning and it brought me to tears.  Of course!  How simple!  I was feeling overwhelmed and lost because I was disconnected from the one who makes sense from the nonsense of life.  This week I will get in my circle.  Despite everything on my Happy Planner, I will make spending time in my circle my priority.  


I cannot list the wonderful ladies who have influenced me to become a better mom.  Thank you for your wisdom and advice and for your patience and encouragement.