I think there comes a point. You are so happy, and so you have so much love to give, and then more love comes to you, and so you are so happy BECAUSE you have so much love to give. Etc.
Not that it's all been like that. Beds of roses and garlands of gratitude. Etc. But, almost. Too much, sometimes. Heart-broken-open-and-still-not-big-enough-to-contain-all-this-joy sort of days, of an amazing family and blessings all over the place.
We are adopting another child.
We don't know her face yet. We are waiting. We are ready.
I will write more soon. Details. Etc.
Announcing a Trump Poetry Contest - Enter my contest for poems about our times and the Trump presidency.
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