This is our second October as a family. What amazes me is that we are starting family traditions. I love that. It warms my heart to even think about this being the second October we have been together. We celebrated October 2012 by making my child carry very very heavy pumpkins and feed animals, we are that kind of family.

And because I am feeling a little nostalgic here is some classic Davy Beach from last years trip to the pumpkin patch. On the count of three AWWWwwwwwwww

I was at work on Saturday and Andy sent me these three photos. They made me laugh so hard I spit tea out of my nose. 

I finished Davy’s first sweater of the year. She is such a whirling dervish of movement that I haven’t been able get a photo that really shows it off. So here is just a regular photo of it.

More photos of the pumpkin patch to come… I gotta go get the girl!

Families

Today a family I have never met in person are with their sons in the Congo. Getting ready to start their forever with them.

Today my friend Rebecca announced to the world that she was chosen by a birth mother as her adoption match.

Today I had a long and wonderful conversation about parenthood with an inspiring friend. We met when I was living in North Carolina and used to have “sessions”. We talked for 2 hours. Her kid was napping, mind was at daycare, it was such an unadulterated pleasure.

Today I am thinking about my friend Marie and the baby growing in her belly.

Today I am thinking about Maja and how she saw the face of her son in Ethiopia for the first time. The thought of it still give me goosebumps.

Today I am also thinking about my friends who are still waiting. Still wanting to be whole as a family.

Two nights ago Davy, Andy and I went for dinner. Afterwords we decided on getting some ice cream. It was a cool fall night and the idea of ice cream sounded delicious and a little naughyt. When we were walking to the ice cream place Davy grabbed both of our hands. We flung her into the air. She didn’t want that. We bounced her up and down, she didn’t want that either. We asked her what she wanted and she said “I want to run”. So the three of us ran down the street laughing and making jack asses out of ourselves. Our beautiful girl and her chubby parents, running down the street. That was one of the sweetest moments of my life.