We started our PRIDE Classes in April. With severe weather pushing the 40 hours of training right up against our vacation to California in early May. Our home study was turned into the Texas Department of Family and Protective Services as of yesterday. By all accounts, listening to others who have gone through this adoption process, we are moving through the required steps quickly.
Hurry up and wait seems to be the mantra. We’ll go for weeks without hearing anything and then get a phone call that forces us to drop everything and complete a task. God has been good to us during this period of waiting, preparing our family for who is to come.
Wyatt was recently singing in a church service with our children’s program at church. As Tabitha and I watched him sing, I thought to myself, we could soon be watching someone else too.
The lack of an outward indicator that someone is coming, say a stomach growing due to the baby inside, is odd. So are all of the details we do not know.
BUT, we are getting closer to that day when our family grows from three to four. So many changes ahead… and we have to temper our excitement like a kid before Christmas.
This has been one of those odd weeks. Our trip to Dallas, for Wyatt’s birthday, threw me off. Made me think that the weekend had come early, nope.
Got to hang out with my younger brother yesterday. He is in the process of moving his family from California into the wilds of Arkansas. It’s interesting what the allure of being able to live in a place with an affordable cost of living will drive a man to do. I 100% understand his thinking. I’ve watched my friends in Southern California buy $300k homes; homes that are plain, expensive, and lacking in character. Sure, the weather year round is nice but the cost of living is insane. Knowing what my dad made at his job, growing up, anywhere outside of the state we would have been considered rich. But in Southern California, we were poor… even though I thought we were middle class.
Came home and found this guy waiting for me the other night.
The weather here hasn’t helped this week either. We’ve had two rounds of severe weather. Thankfully nothing bad outside of high amounts of rain and 52mph winds. Nothing like being woken up at 2am due to how loud the wind is hitting the house. We’ve had a total of 9 inches of rain this month. A small pond has formed in my backyard. Just need to pick up some snapping turtles for the pond.
Haven’t been reading, watching, or playing much in the way of video games. How about you? What’s life been throwing at you?
Tuesday (4/26), my morning started with a phone call from my Mom. She was calling to tell me that my Grandma Hall had died. After battling alzheimer’s for over six years, her vacant body finally decided to give up. I have a mixture of emotion over her death. On one part I am happy that she is no longer suffering; the other part of me misses her. I hate how my memories of her are tainted by the the disease that took away her mind. My Grandma Hall was such an amazing woman. So smart, well read, and up on the current events of our time. She was also a lover of history, just like me. I’ll miss you Grandma.
Tuesday evening, we had severe weather roll through East Texas. A fantastic way to end an already cruddy day. My wife and I spent the majority of our evening watching the local news. Probably not the best decision but it kept us informed on what was heading our way. At one point, we had a tornado heading for our house! Somehow, at the last minute, the tornado dissipated. Whew! Talk about a little excitement for the night.