The glass is always filling up.

Hey guys! It's been far too long, I know, and for that, I am sorry. I've been one busy lady! Between the new job with intense training and crazy hours, trying to ensure my little man has someone responsible with him at all times when I (or his Dad) can't be, and trying to maintain a social life for the sake of my sanity, it's been a juggling act to say the least!

I hope this finds you all well. 

I recently posted on my Facebook, asking you guys what it is you'd like me to post about; what you'd like to know. I got a some responses, here are a couple, and I will respond to them accordingly:

"Hey I read your post about what to include on your blog and I was kind of hoping I could send a little bit of insight into a topic.. With all of the negative things people are reminded of everyday, depression seems to be running stronger than it ever has. Also although I don't know you VERY well I know that you've dealt with your fair share of losses and negativity in life. I was wondering what, if anything you do regularly to keep yourself smiling and keep your attitude so positive in life. You've been through a lot in a short amount of time. I guess I just wanted to know if you had a secret to happiness or if you think you are just wired as a person who is just positive? This to me would be an interesting read because since I know you and some of your struggles I know that another person maybe could benefit as their own struggles may be pushing them to the breaking point. Perhaps you could even outline some of your struggles and your own coping methods as to how you've gotten through them so people who can relate to them understand that they aren't the only ones who have been through these things."

"How did you cope with family/friends that did not fully support your decision?"

Thank you for your suggestions, and any time anyone wants to know anything, 

please just send me a message and I would be more than happy to answer any questions you may have!

To begin, I'd like to admit that I, like many others, have had times in my life where I would pity myself. I'd pity myself for the things in my life that happened, things that hadn't happened that I wished had; all things that I have grown to understand that I can't change. It is only really within the past 3 years or so that I've fully accepted that fact. I can't change what's already happened, I can't change what hasn't happened up to this point, and I can't change how people have treated me, or even how they will treat me in the future. None of us have that power. All we can do is choose how we are going to deal with the hurt and anger, and how we are going to deal with the people who bring negativity to our lives. The best answer for this, cliche as it may be, we need to let it all go. I've realized that everything that has happened up until the last stroke I make on this keyboard, we can't change, and we have to let go of any negativity we feel from it. We are all lucky in that with every experience, be it good or bad, we've drawn some sort of knowledge or insight from it. We've either learned a better way to be, to react, or the contrary - to not be, or how not to react. For example, I didn't have a perfect childhood (who did, right?). I won't delve too deep as I wasn't asked to, and this is for you guys, my readers, but to just give you an idea, my earliest memories are of meals made up of bread with ketchup on them. With two parents (at first) that were hardly around and when they were, were screaming at each other and throwing things while my brother and I tried to sleep. I remember waking up in the middle of the night some nights with no parent to be found. My earliest memory of that was when I was 4. I felt guilt for a really long time, and still do sometimes to this day. My Father got sole custody of me when he was 23 years old, I was 5. My older brother James never had a Father in his life as his Father has always denied that he is his Father, even despite the pictures where they could pass as twin brothers. The guilt kicks in where I got away, and he didn't. We were so close when we were young. Over the years, the few times I would see my Mom, (maybe once or twice a year for a weekend), I remember hearing the screams of my brother when she'd be punishing him for something silly he did. Later, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia as well as ADHD. The medication(s) practically turned him into a complete stranger and I'm sad to say that despite my efforts in trying to maintain a relationship with him, they've all proven to be a waste of time. Another lesson I learned the hard way: You can't help someone that doesn't want help. Nevertheless, my point (which I haven't been very clear about) with that story, is that TIME and maturity is how I've learned to cope with the pain that guilt has brought me. I've just had to let go of the hope that I can change something that literally is far beyond my control. It hurts ME more to hang on to the notion and me hurting doesn't help either of us. I always thought I could fix him, and we always think we can fix things, but we can't fix everything. We're not Comic book Superheroes. We are every day people just trying to get by. Next I remember all of the places I've lived, nights I spent by myself while Dad would be working, or whomever I was living with at the time. By the age of 15, I had lived in more than 30 houses/apartments and had been to (not including going back to some), approximately 10 schools. Everyone would always ask me if I was an "army brat" and I'd just laugh and respond the same way every time; "no, my Dad just gets bored easily." It was hard to make friends. I didn't want to get close to anyone because I was embarrassed knowing I'd likely soon be moving. I coped with this by just being as outgoing as I possibly could, just wanting everyone to like me. I was a real people pleaser and I looked for reassurance in everything I did. Especially from authoritative figures. Looking back, and being a Mother now myself, I can definitely pick apart the reasons why I was the way I was, but I don't dwell on that anymore. What's the point? I can tell you, I've learned that stability is one of the most important things you can provide your child(ren), as well as your presence. As I said, I'm not going to go any deeper into my childhood, unless I'm asked to, and I certainly don't want to upset or offend anyone with what I tell, so I'll keep it at that for now. The main purpose in sharing some of these things was to express that I felt for a very long time that I had a lot to feel sorry for myself for. SO when I'm asked why I'm seemingly such a happy person, positive, outgoing, I always tell people, I have so many reasons to smile. This is true for all of us. I made it through what seemed almost impossible at the time and here I am, alive. I used to be negative, I used to look at the glass as half empty. As if to imply that when we're born, it's full and my glass kept getting emptied. But I've come to realize, we are born as the glass. We gradually fill that glass. I think the goal in life is to fill it to the brim, until it's overflowing, some of us will get there, some of us won't, and that's okay. The point is to just keep filling your glass.

Key points: 

Time and maturity help you to realize that other people's decisions are beyond your control.

You can't fix everything.

Fake it until you make it.

We all have a reason(s) to smile. Focus on these things.

Stability and presence are the most important parts in raising a child that feels loved.

The glass is always filling up.

This ties in well to the 2nd question I was asked. "How did you cope with family/friends that did not fully support your decision?"

The truth is, I had more family/friends supporting the adoption than I did in favour of me keeping Faith. I actually can't sit here and think of a single name of a single person who has not fully supported this journey through open adoption and for that, I am most fortunate. I found it very difficult in the beginning, to find that I had more people showing up to give their support for an adoption and not me keeping Faith, but guess what? I LEARNED from that. I learned who in my life I can trust and rely on, I learned of those who underestimate me, and I learned what family/friends truly are. So as far as coping goes, I dusted off my shoulders and decided I'd turn that negativity I felt into a positive. I'll never trust or rely on the wrong people ever again. 

I think a lesson can be learned from every single experience we have. Good and bad. We need to always, always uncover what that lesson is so that we can learn and grow from the experience and never feel the pain it may have brought again. There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. Sometimes it takes longer to learn that lesson with one situation over another, but at least know while you are going through it that you will learn something at the end of it, and you will be all the stronger and wiser when you make it through.

Thanks guys <3

Growth.

Hello to all of my favourite people out there - that's you! It's been a while since my last post and that's because I've been keeping myself extremely busy! This is a good thing...! 

Today I'm going to talk about growth. I  think it's important to have the insight and ability to recognize when you are moving forward in your life so as to better prevent you from falling back into a rut that you may have once found yourself in. For me, that rut was easy to see. I had no job, I didn't have much of a social life, I didn't do anything productive in the run of a day. Being a Mom was the only purpose (or so I felt) to my life. Don't get me wrong, being a Mom is my favourite thing about myself! But you don't have to narrow your identity down to being or doing just one thing. The ONLY thing that made me happy was Kale. Now he makes me happy as well as the other things I'm involved with in my life. It's not fair (to him) to have all of my happiness put in the hands of one 5 year-old boy. 

Let's see, since my last post, I started working. I work at the (previously mentioned) call center, still. I receive calls from customers that have cable/internet/telephone services and I work in the "billing department." It has both it's good and (sometimes) not so good days but the not so good one's are far less than the good ones. I really enjoy it. I have the ability to talk to at least 50 new people in the run of a day and with the click of a mouse, I can make a difference in how their day is going. It's a really good feeling. So the job is great! I work 40 hours a week and they even worked with me on a schedule that works for me, being a Mom and all. I have also made some really great friends since starting work. Because I'm not lazy or unmotivated anymore, I am able to manage my time and make time for those friends and it's very rewarding. I still have friends I'd like to see more, but I'm getting there. One step at a time! I also started boxing! So I go to boxing anywhere from 1-3 times a week (depending on the week) and I am super proud to say that I have never felt better, physically. It's so much fun! So like I said, keeping busy! 

I don't just want to talk about growth in the figurative sense but also in the literal sense. Like MY GOSH - Faithy was 3 months old 2 weeks ago! Did I just say that?! I still get pictures every single day, sometimes 2 and 3, sometimes videos too! Certainly whenever I ask for them and even when I don't. I know I say it every time but seriously, how fortunate am I?! She is advanced for her age. She has on point hand-eye coordination and is even in the 80th percentile for her age/gender. She's a big, smart, beautiful baby girl and I am the world's happiest/luckiest Birth Mom! Speaking of growing, Kale started attending preschool for a few more afternoons a week than he was previously but my little social butterfly loves that. He is a people person and I'm happy when he's happy. Hard to believe in just 5 months, my baby boy will be moving on to "real school" and getting involved with more big-kid like things. I don't even want to think about this! When I picked him up today, his "teacher" at preschool handed me a folder with pictures that Kale had drawn along with a little story he wrote. So he came up with a little story and illustrated it accordingly. Man I was impressed! I am so proud of Kale. Not only is he smart as a whip but he is compassionate, funny, polite... I could go on forever. He also started swimming lessons. He is in the beginner level but where else would anyone start? He is getting more confident in and around water and that's the first step! Again, I'm a proud Mom.

I haven't been receiving many questions as of late but I want everyone to know that I am still, and always will be a completely open book! I am more than happy to share my experiences with anyone who wants to know and feel that my experiences and me telling my story can only help. I just want everyone to know that you have the ability to pick up all of the broken  pieces that maybe, once were your life and steadily and successfully put them back together if you believe in yourself. You can grow. You can move forward and all it takes is you knowing that you weren't meant to be unhappy. You weren't put here on Earth to just survive. You're meant to make a difference and contribute in some way. We're all different and we all have different paths but you have to believe in yourself and your growth to get on the path you're meant to be on. I'm on the right path now, I'm not at the end but I hope to never be! I don't believe there is an end! I believe we just keep traipsing along this path, tripping on the occasional branch that gets in our way and just keep moving forward; growing. 

So that's it for my thoughts today. It's been long enough and if I didn't get it all out sooner than later, I'd (hopefully) have too much to tell when the next post comes along! Hehe

Of course I'm going to end this with a picture of the beautiful baby girl that has made a difference in so many people's lives, including my own. Having Faith gave me the determination to want to do better for myself and Kale keeps me motivated to keep on going. It's pretty great actually.

Thank you to Little Dolly's Mommy and Daddy for this picture <3

Family is what you make it. (And some Q's and A's!)

Hello my lovely readers! 

I haven't disappeared, I've just been trying my best to keep busy. I hope you're all still with me. 
Today I'm going to answer another question that I've been asked quite a bit.

• What was/has been the most difficult part about the adoption?

I'm going to be completely honest here. Aside from having to accept the fact that I was unable to financially and emotionally care for (my own) baby myself, the most difficult part has been the distance the adoption has put between my family and myself. I could be completely off base here but I must admit, I haven't received much support from them. Maybe it's selfish for me to think that having gone through a pregnancy, a labour, and then an adoption, that I would receive messages or phone calls either immediately after, or by now, asking how I'm doing. Instead, when I reach out and try to have a conversation, it isn't talked about. I have asked some, "would you like to see a picture?" and the response is "no." And maybe it's hard on them. Or maybe they're embarrassed or disappointed in me. I'm not sure, because I don't hear much, good or bad. Anyway, it's okay, because I'm strong, and I have a lot of people besides my family that offer emotional support and that do ask me how I'm doing and people that do enjoy seeing pictures, just as I do. I don't even know if they read these posts but I've come to accept that they may not and may never will. And that's okay. I am sure they have their reasons and who am I to ask anything of them? I don't know what they're feeling or thinking. It's their prerogative. Family is what you make it. Family isn't always blood. And that is so fitting to mention because we are speaking of an adoption after all. But going back to the beginning of this paragraph, as I stated, it is a hard pill to swallow knowing that I couldn't do enough on my own. This is leading me to another question that although hasn't been asked much, I know a lot of people wonder...

• What have I done and what steps have I taken to change my situation for the better so as to avoid getting into a similar position where I am not left with many options?

Let me make this clear - I do not wish to have any more "unplanned" pregnancies. Even though this "unplanned" pregnancy produced one of the most beautiful, amazing beings that I'll ever be privileged enough to say "I created," I never again want to be in a position where I feel so scared, confused, and helpless. Never again. I have taken steps to ensure this doesn't ever happen again. I've recently applied and been hired for a job which is to begin this upcoming Monday. I haven't worked in 6 years so this is pretty exciting for me. I have also been going through the process of applying for an online course that will end with a "university certificate" in Human Resources and Labour Relations. I will start in May and it takes a year to complete. The best part is, I get to do it all from the comfort of my own home and more or less at my own pace. I'm completely focused on becoming independent and self-sufficient and I couldn't be more excited! For those of you that actually know me really well already, you'll know that this isn't a first for me, no. Every time leading up to now, I have started things and never finished. I get bored easily, my mind wanders, something better comes up, (insert another excuse here)... But the old way hasn't worked for me. I feel like last year, I hit the lowest point of my life. To reiterate, I am doing absolutely everything I can to avoid being in that place again, and I'm not stopping until something is finished, for once. It's never too late to make things right for yourself. Just because you get knocked down, doesn't mean you can never get back up. It takes courage, FAITH, and effort, but it can be done. Any one of us can get back up. Inspire and allow yourself to be inspired. Set a higher standard for yourself and know that you are capable of doing any great thing you can imagine doing. We all are! 


I must apologize if this post wasn't as chipper and cheerful as my usual posts are. This blog is going to be real and raw. I'm putting myself out there, accepting the humility that comes along with it because I know it'll only help me grow. Knowing that the words and promises are out there and I'm being watched and held accountable is just what I need to help fuel the fire. In telling the negative side as well as the (much bigger) positive side, girls and women can see, this is real, this can happen. I don't want pity, and I don't hold any ill feelings towards those that are simply uninterested, family or not. It is what it is!
Also, when I say "family" in my response to the first question, I'm speaking in general. Some of my family members (a few) have been wonderful and considerate (not to say the others aren't considerate - I'm treading carefully here) and seemingly have a genuine concern for my overall happiness and well-being. I'd like to say thank you to them, and they will know who they are. 

I'd like to ask that anyone who has a question either for me, or that they would like to see posted because they believe it will help other women in any less-than-favourable situation similar to mine, please, reach out. All I want to do is help others. To empower them and let them know that they are not alone in whatever hardships they may be facing. 


As for beautiful Miss Faith, (my inspiration and motivation), I continue to receive pictures, updates on milestones she is reaching, and more. It's more than I could ever ask for and I am so grateful to her parents. I am so happy and confident with the decision I made. It was the right choice. It wasn't the only choice, but it was the right choice.

I am going to leave you with an incredibly beautiful face to stare at if you so wish. Compliments of her lovely Mom an Dad <3

Q's & A's #1

I'll try to cover a question every few days, at least. Makes for a lot of typing, haha! I don't mind at all though, it's fun and relieves stress. It's the re-reading afterward and I try to keep all of the information to a minimum because I actually want people to read what I post. Some people get intimidated and don't look forward to super long posts!

• Why choose adoption? (Let's just get right to it!)
  I considered all of my options IE keeping Faith, and raising her as a single Mom, abortion, and adoption. Keeping Faith, to raise as a single Mom was going to be the most difficult of the three options. It would be a daily struggle, emotionally, physically, and most of all, financially. (I feel the need to include the fact that during this decision making process, I didn't know Faith was Faith yet. She was just a little peanut with out a name or a face yet growing in my belly!) While currently my only means of income is a spousal support payment and child support payment twice monthly from my ex-husband, I would've also received child support from Faith's biological Father. However, this would involve time spent in court, time that, as it passed, would mean supporting Faith on my current income. My ex-husband would literally be supporting myself, our son, and my daughter. That's not fair. Yes I felt like a failure. Eventually, the child support payment would be settled in court but as many single Mothers know, this process can take a while. So what about everything else that goes into being a parent? It's not easy caring for a newborn. It is incredibly rewarding but to say it requires a ton of work  and patience would be an understatement. I have no family here in Saint John. I wouldn't have the luxury of calling my Mom, Aunt, cousin or what have you to come over and give me a break. All I could imagine was the 3rd week in a row of being up all through the night with a crying infant, (and let's face it, postpartum depression isn't extremely uncommon so I had to also consider that I may've had it), day 3 or 4 with out a shower.. All of this with out a single break. I realize that people do it every day but what I also considered was my son, Kale. How could this affect his life as well? He didn't ask for this. No more McDonald's Happy Meals or peanut butter cups from the store because Mommy has to buy diapers. No more laying with him until he falls asleep because Mommy has to feed the baby. And I can't forget to mention that from before she is even born, Faith's Mom and Dad wouldn't be together. What kind of life is (everything that I mentioned) for anyone? It wasn't what I wanted for Kale, myself, or Faith.
  At the time, although it was with such a heavy heart, I felt my only option was to have an abortion. It didn't feel right at all; it just felt like the wrong decision for me. I was incredibly hesitant and reluctant to do it (now I know why) but it was the route I was going. At the time that I made that decision, I was extremely uneducated and misinformed in regards to adoption so I wasn't even considering it. I honestly didn't want to go through being pregnant for 9 months, gaining a bunch of weight, feeling sick, having to buy clothes that fit me,  having to explain to Kale what was going on, all to just "give up" my child to a stranger or even worse, place my child in the "system." There was no way! So I made the appointment. I want everyone to know, I had an abortion when I was 18. I felt like the biggest hypocrite in the world at this point (even considering abortion a 2nd time) because I always felt (and still do) that abortion should not be used as a form of "birth control." I knew what I was getting myself into and I was so unhappy with myself for even considering it. Again, yes, I felt like a failure. What a low point in my life that was! So the date was set and the days leading up to it, all I could do was cry. I was so disappointed in myself.
  During this horrible time, a friend of mine disagreed with the choice I was making and let me know that because of the choice I was making, she no longer wanted to be my friend. It broke my heart but I understood. I didn't feel I could get much lower at that point. (I'm so happy this is all behind me!) A few days passed and my appointment drew closer and closer with each passing day. After a few days, that same friend sent me a message and told me she was just sending me a message to let me know that she knew of a couple that were currently going through the process of adopting internationally. I knew immediately the couple she was referring to and on a whim, I sent the Adoptive Mom a message! I didn't know what to say but I just kind of told her my situation. I think I knew in my heart of hearts that this was an option I wanted to explore with her and her husband (if it were even possible, remember, I knew nothing about adoption or if this was even legal at this point!) After just a few messages (and I was roughly 10 weeks along), the Adoptive Mom said "we would love to adopt your baby." Well that was it! Within moments I went from being the saddest person in the world to feeling excited and curious and most of all, hopeful! I literally called the next afternoon (after speaking all that day and the next morning with the Adoptive Mom) and cancelled my appointment for an abortion. I spoke about it with family members and friends within that 24 hours prior to calling and they shared in the excitement with me so I knew this was what I wanted to do and I had their support.
  *Awesome side story here; the Adoptive Parents had recently (at the time) received word (after going through the extremely tedious and time consuming process of filling out paper work, preparing their home, etc for International Adoption) that the time frame had basically expired and they'd have to begin the process all over again, from the beginning. "J" (Adoptive Mom) and "S" (Adoptive Dad) were crushed. "J" said to "S," (and there is more to it than just this, they have their own story that begins even before mine), "this just doesn't seem to be in the cards for us. We are just not meant to do this. We have our health, our home, our family, no one is sick, we need to just be thankful for what we have and stop wishing for something that doesn't seem to be meant to be. The only way we'll ever have our family is if someone picks up the phone and asks us to adopt their baby!" And then literally, a few days after saying that, "J" received my message on Facebook. Go figure!
  We also made an appointment for, and attended, a 4-d ultrasound. `I don't think there was a dry eye that day!! (Technology is awesome!)
  
  All of that being said, I feel like I should say something. I realize what an amazing gift it is that I have given. How many lives I've changed and most importantly, the bright future I've given Faith a perfect opportunity at having. But at the same time, I often feel guilty for getting so much praise over such a selfish/selfless act. It was selfish when I was considering abortion, and it was selfish when I couldn't keep her because of MY own issues/shortcomings. I understand what a selfless act adoption is; but the praise I receive sometimes doesn't feel deserved. I feel like a war hero who received a medal and feels guilty or undeserving of it because it was possibly "earned" at the expense of someone else. I don't know. Just my thoughts.
  
  Thanks for reading, and I'll be posting again soon!
  
  
  Please enjoy this pic of Faith taken during the aforementioned 4-d ultrasound, in comparison to her brother <3

3 weeks today! No regrets.

Today, January 7th, 2015, Faith is three weeks old. I can't believe 3 weeks have gone by since I first laid eyes on that beautiful girl. I look at my 5 year old and wonder where the time has escaped to so fast! So many bumps and bruises, laughs and tears, hugs, kisses and bedtime stories. 5 years worth. Faith's parents are 3 weeks in and in what will seem like only days, 3 years will have passed, and then 5. It's so bittersweet, being a parent. You're anxious to find out what they'll be like later on down the road. What new habits they'll form, what their personality is/will be like, who they're going to resemble. But the whole time you're looking forward to those things, you're overwhelmed with feelings of nostalgia because they're even older and more different now than when you tucked them in the night before. No kidding. It's like saying "bye" to a younger version of themselves, every single day. I used to tell myself when Kale was a baby, that "I never want to forget this moment." And the truth is, I have. I've forgotten so many of those moments and can only remember saying that but not what I was saying it about. But from what I hear, that's normal; I just don't like it. I commend and admire those that have the patience to document every little thing. Those that write in a daily journal and get to look back and reflect, and remember those moments. "Should've, could've, would've." I can't take back that I didn't do that but I can make an effort now, knowing how I feel, because there are still so many of those moments that are worth remembering. I want to go on about how much I love my babies but the feelings are just too deep and complex to ever articulate and express with mediocre words. So to Kale, and to Faith, please know how much I love you. Just trust it and feel it and know that it's true. 

*(I apologize in advance if I jump around a lot. I'm just getting the hang of writing/typing what's in my mind and I'm afraid it'll be as jumbled on here as it is in my head. I'm sure (I hope) I'll figure out a way though, that works and isn't too confusing!)*

Today I went and signed the documents surrendering my parental rights to Faith. It was something that I knew was coming, and although I didn't have any idea of what day it would happen (until yesterday), I was already prepared emotionally. Or so I thought. I sat in the car waiting for 3 o'clock to come so I could go in, see my lawyer, and sign. As I was sitting there I started feeling shaky and nervous and so many thoughts were racing through my mind! I could feel the tears coming on and I was doing my best to hold them back because I know for me, once they start, it's difficult to turn them off! I'm still not sure why I was feeling the way I was. It was something I knew was going to happen, Faith is already with her parents and doing amazingly well, and this was just expected to be a simple signature on a piece of paper. Even still, my emotions got the best of me.
I went in (with the biological Father who we can just call "G" for the sake of keeping his name private). While sitting waiting for the lawyer, me getting my emotions in check, all I wanted to do was look at the pictures I have of Faith. I looked at the pictures, on my phone, and I stopped crying and of course (as anyone would), I could only smile. What was I crying for? Faith is beautiful, healthy, loved and taken care of. "G" and I got taken into the room where we'd sign the papers and sat in there alone for a few minutes. He asked me "Why do you seem upset? It's not like anything is changing. Faith has been where she's at since she was born." And he was right. I know that. Again, I didn't know exactly why I was crying and I told him that too. I guess I knew it didn't matter so I didn't need to give him an answer because everything was going to be okay. I knew that then and I still know that now.
The lawyer came in with the mounds of paperwork and we got right down to business! We were signing machines! Honestly, sitting in the chairs, all I could picture were Faith's Mom and Dad sitting in our seats. I could see them there, together. "G" and I were sitting with not even a foot between us and yet looking at him, I felt like we were a thousand miles apart. This is why. This is why we were signing. "G" and I could never (this day or any other), be anything like (together) what Faith's adoptive parents will be. That's just the reality of the situation. So I pictured her parents in our seats and came to this realization and although it saddens me that I can't compare to them in that way, it makes me so happy and grateful that they are who they are. In my mind, Faith is the luckiest little girl in the entire world. I mean, in this day and age, how many children even have parents that are still together? It seems everywhere I look, there are children that come from broken homes. I do, my son does. And that's okay, that's life. But how lucky for those that don't. She gets to be one of those lucky ones.
This post isn't going to be a "brag up her parents" post, I'm sure I'll have plenty of those to follow.. but yet a post about how I felt today. It was a big day. Having a few hours pass since I signed, I know that the emotions were a result of the feeling of "closure" that I feel. Signing the paper(s) made this journey we've been on the business of everyone. (I know I've kind of made it everyone's business, haha!) but the business of people in power. The business of the province, of the country. It's real. There's no turning back. It's emotional. It's going to be okay. And most of all, Faith's life is going to be as perfect as anyone could ever hope for or dream of for their child(ren). I'm incredibly happy and blessed. And now I have to get back to playing "Skylanders" with my 5 year old!

Thanks for reading and sharing this special day with me. I hope you like Faith's "3 week old" picture, courtesy of her amazing Mom and Dad! <3 

What is Faith?

Dictionary definition: 

faith

fāTH/

noun

1. 1.

   complete trust or confidence in someone or something.

What the Bible says: 

Matthew 21:21 

Jesus answered and said to them, Truly I say to you, If you have faith, and doubt not, you shall not only do this which is done to the fig tree, but also if you shall say to this mountain, Be you removed, and be you cast into the sea; it shall be done.

Luke 7:50 

And he said to the woman, Your faith has saved you; go in peace.

Luke 17:6 

And the Lord said, If you had faith as a grain of mustard seed, you might say to this sycamine tree, Be you plucked up by the root, and be you planted in the sea; and it should obey you.

Ephesians 6:16 

Above all, taking the shield of faith, with which you shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.

1 Thessalonians 1:3 

Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labor of love, and patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ, in the sight of God and our Father;

Philemon 1:6 

That the communication of your faith may become effectual by the acknowledging of every good thing which is in you in Christ Jesus.

Hebrews 11:1 

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

James 1:6 

But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavers is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.

James 2:14 

What does it profit, my brothers, though a man say he has faith, and have not works? can faith save him?

1 Peter 1:5 

Who are kept by the power of God through faith to salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.

1 Peter 1:21 

Who by him do believe in God, that raised him up from the dead, and gave him glory; that your faith and hope might be in God.

1 Corinthians 13:13 

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

2 Corinthians 5:7 

For we walk by faith, not by sight.

2 Timothy 4:7 

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

These are all meanings of the word "faith." I thought it'd be a good way to introduce myself and this blog because it's a beautiful word with a very deep and powerful meaning to those who have it.
But to me, faith is more than any of these meanings, and it's more than just a word. For me, it's also a name. The name of my daughter that was put up for adoption just a few short weeks ago. 

She is just one of the many subjects I will talk about on my blog. I have a story to tell, and a story that has yet to be written that I'm hoping we can all share in on together. The more open I am, the more support I receive and the more FAITH I have in myself. I'm (finally) feeling positive about my future and while it's taken a lot of lessons learned the "hard way," I feel I'm now on the right track.

So all of that being said, I hope you all follow along and leave comments and give me feedback and constructive criticism whenever necessary. I look forward to the upcoming year! Here's to having FAITH in each other and more importantly, FAITH in ourselves!