Who Knew?
Bam, age 15. Jay, age 17. Jr., age 12. Papaya, age 13. Lu and Zu, ages 8 and 9. (Eating Spaghetti Tacos.) A little over 18 years ago, Dave and I "turned in" papers to apply for the adoption program with our church. You see, w e weren't able to have kids, and we just wanted SO badly to have the chance to be parents--t o share a family and grow together over the years. During that first year of waiting, I can remember asking The Universe to "please just let me be a mom to one sweet baby." Just one. I promised I'd never ask for another favor. Just. This. One: Please help me be a mom to one sweet baby. I'm thinking now that God has a pretty good sense of humor because Dave and I have not one, not two, not three ... but six children. It's incredible when I think about it. Sincerely, I look at each one of our kids and think, "When did all of this happen? How did all of these babies get here?" (PS: Th...