This poor neglected blog. I had good intentions for keeping it current. But ya’ll. There is so much noise in our world. And to be quite honest, this little corner of the world didn’t demand too much of my attention. Facebook announces its presence by pinging in the background. Email pops up in the corner of my screen. Phone calls, Instagram followers, magazine requests, album designs, thumb drive orders, photo editing, preset managing, 2nd photographer scheduling, timeline finessing, film researching, craft honing, and so many trips to the post office. Sometimes I actually pick up my camera! 😉
But this little blog just waits patiently. It waits for the story. And sometimes I’m just too tired for words. Surely, I’m not the only one who lives in this realm on occasion?
This is the year for being deliberate.
We are STILL fumbling through a messy adoption — 4 1/2 years strong — but we are beginning to get a glimpse of the end of the road. And by end of the road, I mean that we can finally *almost* see the beginning of the cut and dry portion of the process. We’re also approaching a large game changer. Kindergarten. And all the moms rejoice. This was momentous for our boys. It was. But for someone who works from home AND is a parent of one remarkable, special needs little girl, this is life changing. The past 4 1/2 years have been spent juggling therapy and doctor’s appointments, medical research on available options, surgeries and recoveries, education advocacy, IEP concerns, inclusive activities, trauma drama, insurance quirks, accessibility provisions, and nurturing a little heart that is so strong and brave and yet so fragile and terrified. These things will not go away once she begins school. BUT. I will no longer need to be concerned about making or taking a phone call and diverting my attention from her for a single second when her world could and often comes crashing down. Trauma drama is a real and nasty beast with far reaching claws and we are never more than a breath away from it. Knowing she will be starting school in the fall with the same teaching staff who have so wonderfully cared for our boys offers so much reprieve from a level of uncertainty that has existed for the last several years. And I will have a chance to breathe. Less reaction and more proaction.
Even though this is my first post of the year, I already have enough photos prepped for SEVEN entries! I’ve never felt more prepared to jump start this little engine. First up is the littlest member of A Day In May Events , Master Grady. After ringing in the New Year with some of our favorite people in our second home in Traverse City, January 1st brought the introduction to this charming little man.
Master Grady was welcomed with open arms although Holly seems a bit unsure about this whole baby business.