Small Town America

We have this great pharmacy on mainstreet (which happens to instead be named Church St.) called Woodard's where you can still get a fresh limeade or lemonade and a coffee cup packed to overflowing with ice cream (considered 1 scoop) is 60 cents. For 1.28 today, Dave got strawberry, I got butter pecan and Teamir got a cone to suck on with tiny traces of ice cream we put on it. What a neat thing - is small town America optimal for him long term? We don't know and discuss it frequently, but today it was all good. The other photo is in our yard - he tends to be a happy little guy.

Life is achieving balance and I love the little guy asleep in the room next to ours. I know the love does not always come so easily. I am not sure how or why is has for me. Low expectations? Eeyore syndrome? Waiting so long for my first child? How easy he is most of the time? How happy he seems? I don't question - I thank God for it and pray for those who have had a different or more challenging road. My road up until last spring was very twisted and broken but once we locked in with Ethiopia and Gladney our journey for whatever reason was blessedly smooth. We met Teamir's great aunt 4 weeks ago today. Last night I had a moment while feeding him and watching his tiny hands trace mine where I thought of the connectness I shared with every other woman who has held my son and given him nourishment. It was a cosmic moment that brought me to tears. There is a photo frame in his room with pictures of his great aunt, his caregiver and me - other women have loved him and that is okay. I wish it didn't come with so many losses. I am tired and rambling. Have a good night.

Peace