Oh my goodness! Wednesday night was the best adoption group (in Colorado) ever! The house was SO FULL of people and kids--people I've known for a while and people who I just met Wednesday night. The house was so full and my heart was so full! I think we had about 14 families and each family had 2-5 children. There was talking and laughing and no fighting between the kids. It was unbelievable! Red and yellow, black and white. . .almost literally! We had kids from the US, from Rwanda, from DRC, from Uganda, from Ethiopia, from China, from Korea, from Taiwan, from Guatemala. . .unbelievable! I'm so thankful for the adoption community here in Durango! Below are some pictures. . .they don't even do the happy chaos justice, though!!!
The grief of a stepmom. This post has had so many titles: The Invisible Grief of a Stepmom, The Silent Grief of a Stepmom, The Lonely Grief of a Stepmom. . . the grief of a stepmom is like no other grief because it feels so homeless. My stepson died a few weeks ago. Marc and I have only been married eight months and Mackay, my stepson, lived in NYC and we rarely got to see him (he didn't get to come to the wedding or Cabo and didn't stay with us when he came to town), so I didn't have much of a relationship with him. So there is a weird layer of loosing someone I hardly knew and I feel like that is the layer that makes the most sense to everyone. While the family was mourning, I was the one organizing all of the meals coming in from our wonderful friends and neighbors, I was cleaning up one meal and setting up for the next. I was keeping the house in order and making sure Marc was able to surround himself with the friends and family he needed to make it through the
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