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Monday, July 2, 2012
In case you haven't heard, there are multiple wildfires roaring through the state of Colorado right now.
They've destroyed hundreds of home and thousands upon thousands of acres.
These fire are bad. Really bad.
And right now, in my city alone, there are two thousand firefighters making sure the fires are contained and eventually stopped.
Last night, my mom, sister, and I joined a couple hundred other people on 31st street to let these men and women know that we.are.THANKFUL.
The residents in the area have been lining up every morning and evening from about 7:00 to 9:00 to show their appreciation to the firefighters as they change shifts.
We cheered busses full of soot-covered firefighters as they drove east; returning to base camp after what I'm sure was a long shift. And we cheered other fully loaded trucks and busses heading west; carrying firefighters who were just beginning their day's work.
From what I hear, the cheering continues for about two hours every morning and evening and the crowds are growing a little bit larger every day. I pray that these hardworking firefighters will be able to go home soon. But, until then, I hope they know just how much they are appreciated by this community.Wild Fire Tee. If you don't want one for yourself, consider thanking a firefighter by donating one to them.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
This boy of mine is TWO today.
Head thrown back.
Mouth open in a giggle or song or other loud noise of his choice.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Briggs!
Monday, May 21, 2012
We've been hard at work on our house. And when I say "we," I mean "Mark."
Mark has been hard at work on our house.
I won't bore you with a remodel play-by-play, but I thought I give a little update via the progress on the main level of the house.
This is what we started with.
And, again, when I say that we've been working very hard, I mean that my husband and father and father-in-law have been working very hard. Me? I just walk around and measure things and get confused and then go chase Briggs around the backyard.
I am SUPER helpful.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Two years ago - long before I saw my son's face or met his birthmother - I wrote this post about the woman who would carry him, give him life, and then make the decision that would ultimately lead him into mine.
I went back and re-read that post this morning and - after having the incredible opportunity to meet her - I'm amazed at how accurate many of my words and thoughts were.
Yesterday being Mother's Day, and my first official one at that, I thought about her a lot.
Over and over I pondered the fact that
but that he
and I call him
And that, my friends, is an incredible responsibility.
She trusted me - a total stranger - to do what she could not. She asked me to make sure that her son would be okay, and that he would grow up healthy and strong and thriving. She trusted me to take.good.care of him.
Yesterday, I was celebrated and honored as an important part of Briggs's life. I had an amazing day with flowers and family and cuddles and new jeans.
But in my heart, I celebrated her, because she too is an incredibly important part of Briggs life. I want Briggs to always know that. And I pray that I can live up to her expectations and honor all the things she trusted me with in raising this boy.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
So it seems that we are well into the month of May. Around here in the Kyle house, that's pretty significant - because this month, Mr. Briggs will turn two. Missing his birthday last year was a little bit hard for me, so I've really been looking forward to celebrating WITH him this year.
As the occasion approaches, I'm well aware that I'm watching him change from a baby into a little boy. And there are so.many.things about him right now that I wish I could just bottle up and keep forever.
Like the little bit of chubby that is still left on his wrists and knees,
and the way he says "t" for "k" and "d" in place of "g,"
and the fact that our daily walks to the mailbox are full of adventure,
or the way that he will dance anytime, anywhere - music or no music.
And his giggle. Oh boy. Never have I heard another that is so contagious.
So, while I know I don't have to love the hard parts, I'm doing my best to not spend my time with him wishing he were older. (Funny story...during this little photoshoot you see here, I actually tossed a book across the room because he was whining in.my.face and demanding that I read it, and all I wanted to do was take pictures. REAL mature. I know.)
This boy is nine-parts amazing and it is unbelievable how much depth he has added to my life.
He is changing so quickly.
And he is changing me so quickly.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
On Friday - just two weeks shy of the day we began this process - we completed the VERY LAST step in the adoption of Mr. Briggs. By Colorado law, we are required to appear in court for a re-adoption hearing six months after bringing him home.
As all important days should, our day began with chocolate donuts before we headed for the Douglas County Courthouse where Briggs was initiated as a Junior Deputy. (A title he held proudly for about 15 minutes before he tore his sticker up and threw it on the floor.)