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For those of you unfamiliar with my current circumstances, let me catch you up. Since graduating from college in 1996, I have moved from Provo to Olympia, WA and back home to Chesapeake, VA. I have lived here for the past eight years. Greg, my husband, and I are the joyful parents of five unique and wonderful children. After 11 1/2 years of being a stay-at-home Mom, I ventured out in to the work place pursuing a love of all things computer. I had been working for over a year when my life changed suddenly and drastically.
Greg and I are very spiritual people. We believe in a loving Heavenly Father who guides us in this life to those choices that are best. We also believe He inspires us as to His will for our lives. Such inspiration came the beginning of April of 2008. After much fasting and earnest prayer, we petitioned to intervene in the custody of my brother's four young children. I won't include here the details of why this was necessary. It is sufficient to say it was the Lord's will. The petition was granted on April 30, 2008 and we were given sole custody of these children. I am now the exhausted stay-at-home mother of nine until the court says otherwise. The journey can be read in the slices below.

3.04.2008

Peace at the Park


Going to the park with my crew always allows for time to sit back and watch. Okay, more like collapse on a bench and find a moment where you are not having to clean, straighten, or referee. But after sanity sinks back into my mind, I can watch. I can watch the children living their lives. I can watch their youthful enthusiasm and their unequivocal imagination. As i sat and watched, the girls congregated under the play apparatus and preceded to plan the best method for chasing each other around the playground - squealing at the top of their lungs. And then they huddled once more to plan it all over again.
Then I watched the young boys at the park. The quickly got together and started gathering the fallen logs and wood. They did not stop to plan as the girls had, but simply placed the wood and then went to find another piece. There was no telling each other where the wood went or how to place it. They each got their piece of lumber and placed it where they thought best. Then the next made do with what the others left and placed his piece. Soon they had a not so little lean to.
Happiness is. . . Watching girls making the experience what it is, and watching boys taking what it is and making do.
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