Saturday, December 29, 2012

Christmas Cookies with Chef Owen

I made Christmas cookies with Owen a few years ago. He helped some and did enjoy watching me. It sounds crazy but at the time he didn't like cookies (crazy I know!) Owen has since developed a love of sugary goodies and can now help make them.

The first part of December I mentioned to Owen about making Christmas cookies with him. Two weeks ago, while Barry was up ice fishing, Owen, Emma and I finally had time to make those cookies. We made Aunt Mandy's recipe for sour cream sugar cookies. Owen helped from start to finish. He wanted to do it all measuring and pouring into the mixer.

Emma loved watching and playing with the cookie cutters. While we were rolling and cutting out the dough, she kept sticking her fingers in the dough. One time she even pinched off a bit and ate it before I could stop her. So we ended up moving her. LOL. I finally wised up and used wax paper to roll the dough out instead of flour. You just lightly wet the area and set your wax paper on down or you could tape it down with masking tape.

Tastes even better than dough!

So hard to resist not eating the cookies before frosting

Owen helped frost and decorate them too. He had fun making different designs with the sprinkles. I loved every minute Owen, Emma, and I spent making cookies. It will always be a wonderful Christmas memory for me and I hope Owen feels the same way too.

Even harder to resist eating them after frosting


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Giving Thanks: Adoption


I've been meaning to get this post done for weeks now. With Thanksgiving now a memory and November, which is National Adoption Month, now gone too I figured I better get this posted now since adoption is at the core of the gratitude I feel this season.


Saying that this year started completely on the wrong foot would be an understatement. After 4 years of waiting, 2 failed adoptions, being emotionally abused twice and suffering some financial loss due to travel expenses twice, we felt like closing the door on our dreams to grow our family. Fortunately before the adoption scam we had decided to sign up with Everlasting Adoptions, an adoption advertiser. We decided we couldn't waste the 2 year contract we already paid.

I know God has particular people enter our lives to act out His will. I am so thankful to Carol the owner of Everlasting Adoptions. She played an integral part in bringing Emma to our family. I don't even want to think how life would be now had we not had her involved. The sections she had us write for our  new profile had us include bits of information about us that I don't know if we would have included otherwise. It was those bits and even the look of the profile that resonated with Emma's birth family and ultimately helped them decide we were the right family.

Even though Emma's birth family found our web site because of our own networking and marketing efforts, our new profile listed the Everlasting Adoptions number. It was Carol who answered their phone call, rallied for us, and got the ball rolling. She is so personable, so caring, and a great listener which also resonated with Emma's birth family. She provided comfort and reassurance for both sides during a trying time and kept communication open until our adoption agency took over. Carol even continued to check on us until we were on our way to back home to Idaho.

I cannot express how grateful I am for Owen's birth parents and Emma's birth parents  They became instruments in God's hands as they answered our many, often tear-filled, prayers by placing their newborn babies in our arms. I am in awe of their bravery in holding fast to their selfless choice amid the pain. I came across the singer Katherine Nelson as she is part of my favorite bands, The Nashville Tribute. She just came out with a new album called Born Brave. It includes the song Whats Mine Is Yours that I'm simply love as it encompasses the feelings of adoptive couples and birth parents perfectly.


Sorry this cuts out near the end but here are the lyrics.

Counting down days since nine months last summer 
From the baby quilts to the sunshine light-switch cover 
All the plans she made 
Wall-papered dreams she made for him someday 

Doctor hardly glanced her way, shut off the monitor 
As he walked out the door said “You’re young, there’ll be others” 
No sirens or loud screams 
No rushing or comforting 
It was just over 

On the longest road toward home 
She parked in the church lot and cried 
And said 

What’s mine is yours 
It’s always been 
What slips through my hands has your fingerprints on it 
I’m letting go 
Remembering 
Though Heaven’s doors feel shut they’re wide open 
What’s mine is yours 

Teenage girl clinging to the gates of mercy 
Holding the weight of the world and her newborn baby 
Trying her best to be brave 
Wrapped in hope giving him away to a longing family 

When her courage met their eyes she saw 
Somehow her baby was born to be in their arms 
And cried 

(Chorus) 

In this life we come and go and say goodbye 
But there’s more than we can see with our own eyes 
And when my faith’s a thread-bare blanket and I can’t take it anymore 
I remember 

What’s mine is yours 

I’m letting go 
Remembering 
Though heaven’s doors feel shut they’re wide open 
What’s mine is yours 

I'm so grateful for our little family!