Day 1 Continued- Travel to Ethiopia

So as I layed in bed last night reliving what I had written about my first flight to Amsterdam, I remember some other details that made me giggle. So I will quick add them to my Day 1 post...

Since I was NOT going to get the upgraded seating, I headed to my assigned seat only to find a man already in my spot. THAT IS SO AWKWARD! He knew right?! How do you not know you are sitting in someone else's spot? I am all ready to ask him to move BUT he was wearing a black clergy robe.... how am I suppose to ask a man of the cloth to "get out of my spot?!" Then he looked up at me and with a thick African accent said " You don't mind, do you?"

Um, well no I guess not.. So I sat on the aisle. Remind me if I ever take another long flight.. I hate sitting on the aisle. I love sitting on the window where I can wedge my blanket into the window and side of the plane and sleep!

So now I am sitting on the aisle, and next to me, in the middle, is a young man. This young man, based on what I am over hearing from his conversation with the man in cloth is a homosexual and does not believe that God is mad that he loves men. I spent the next 10 hours watching movies with my headphones on in the hopes of avoiding be dragged into the conversation between the man in the cloth and the young man next to me. I thought about this a lot last night.. why did I try my very best avoid this conversation? Well, probably because I was horrified at the abrasiveness of both people speaking.. and the fact that everyone within three rows forward and back could hear what was going on... for the entire 10 hours, they were quiet for about 1 hour.. as we deboarded the plane the man in cloth leaned over and said "Miss? I hope you love Jesus because if not, you are going to hell." He then handed me a napkin with his name and phone number on it asking me to promise to call him to talk about it more.. Ya, um, no thank you. I love Jesus lots, and I don't like when people think they are better than everyone else because they do love Jesus. For heaven sakes, I need Jesus more than most people, and because I am forgiven does not mean that I still don't need HIM and am any better than anyone who does not know that Jesus loves them. Anyway, off my soapbox.

Ok, I think that is really the end of my first flight. The next post will be about my Amsterdam to Addis flight... or so I thought...  

Day 1 - Travel to Ethiopia

So I have been procrastinating writing about my time in Ethiopia and up until recently I have not been sure why the delay. I am pretty sure I am having a hard time writing because I have yet to completely admit to myself how hard of a time that was.

I was ready. 

It was necessary. 

It was amazing. 

It was one of the hardest times of my life.

I have this picture... 

And I think it depicts what I was try to feel while I sat on the tarmac in Los Angeles. I wanted to be excited and not afraid of what was coming or what I was leaving behind.

The night before I had packed, and repacked everything that I thought I could possibly need for my unknown time in Ethiopia with two kids that I was not even 100% sure I knew what they needed. I packed clothes, shoes, jammies, toys, snacks, PediSure, and EVERY TYPE OF MEDICINE I COULD!

Since my flight left Los Angeles close to noon, the plan was to drop the kids off at school and then Ricky would drive me to the airport. I was prepared for what I thought would be an emotional morning, with tears from Mommy and the kids. What it actually was almost makes me laugh now. We got to school and I started walking the kids to class like I usually do, one by one, I dropped them off and got a half hug. I grabbed on tight and hugged longer... It wasn't until I dropped off Jakey that my heart began to sink.. how long would it be before I was home? How long until I could hug my little bubba? That morning was so hard on me, and although we have talked about it some since then, the kids have been pretty upbeat about it all. Focused on the end prize. 

Hubs took me to Red Robin for lunch, I love me some dirty bird! After a mix up about the terminal location we finally were able to get me into the ticketing area for prescreening of luggage and such. And you know what?! My baggage was overweight! SHOCKER?! LOL. After taking out some of bubbles I had packed to play with the kids, I was finally ready to take off.

Hubs and I walked together to the TSA line where we both knew that he would have to leave. You know that feeling like you forgot something... that is what is felt like to walk into the TSA line without my man. That sinking, something is not right... where did I put that... why can't I find it... I am going to go crazy without... ya that is the one. Oh the permanent damage that day of looking back at him and seeing his eyes wet with tears has done to my heart. I will never forget that moment. I don't want to forget that moment. In all the crazy of the past year, in the all the moments I cried "you just don't understand!" he really did understand, but the aching in his heart was for me... Since then, there have been moments of ugly (post placement uglies) where I have looked back into my memory bank and pulled at the memory of him watching me get onto a place and fly to Ethiopia.. my heart gets soft and no matter where we are in the moment, I want to hold and hug his neck.

Ok! Well, now that I am a mess...

I wanted so much to have the Economy Plus seat that my mom had offered to pay for (Thanks MOMMA!) so I ran to the boarding gate and waited...and waited. While waiting I met two very different men who were also waiting to see about an upgraded seat... Mr. Photo (I don't know his real name) and Mr. Nice (I am sure he gave me his card, but I don't know where it is or remember his name... gosh I am good at this! ) As we stood there in line chatting, the conversation turned to our final destinations. Mr. Photo was a... YOU GUESSED IT... photographer who was flying to West Africa to document a medical missions team that was already hard at work providing medical care to refugees across the continent. Mr. Nice was going to Amsterdam to speak at some kind of conference.... He was pretty discreet about it all, but was really a nice man. Then it was my turn.. I felt kinda weird sharing.. like they were going to think I was some kind of special person or something weird like that.. but I did and I was right. Oh those conversations are so awkward right? The ones that start out with "Oh wow, you are really amazing, God Bless you!"... I hate that conversation because I am not amazing and oh how I do need my God to bless me, but because I have sinned and fall short daily, not because we are adopting. Annnywayyys.... I shared briefly about our adoption and the horrible long delay that had happened between our last trip and this trip.. Mr. Photo asked "How long are you staying...?" I don't know, I said. Mr. Nice, "Well, where is your husband?" At home, with our other 4 kids... "Oh wow.. um.." total awkward silence. I laughed and said "Don't worry, I am gonna be fine and I will be home before too long.." Maybe that was for me more than it was for them.. cause why do they care?

Side note... This is more for me than anyone else at this point. I don't want the memories to get fuzzy of these moments in our life. I want to be able to look back at some point and have it well documented that moment when I left my family in the United States to travel alone to Africa to be with my kids who had waited a year for me to come back.. so if I ramble.. I am sorry =)

I then proceeded to watch EVERY MOVIE AVAILABLE for the next 10 hours and 40 min! 

I wish

Today I wish I could hide in my bed and come out on Wednesday... that is all. 

.....Staying forever....

All in all, I think I am shocked at how little of the post-adoption 'crazy' we have actually experienced. Oh how I fretted and worried about the months after coming home from Ethiopia, especially after we learned that Gedion was much older than we thought. In my wildest dreams we had tantrums, screaming fits, horrible words of anger, acts of defiance, physical backlash at siblings... you name it, I just knew Gedion would do it.

Oh how I was wrong about which child to worry about! 

Gedion has been like a dream! Often I am shocked that he has had the life he has. His spirit is so filled with joy, ALL THE TIME! He is constantly loving and hugging on Mommy and Daddy and loves his brothers over the moon and back. He has transitioned at school like a dream, already learning to read in English in less than 2 months. There are moments when he asks hard questions about Ethiopia, but we talk and cuddle and his heart is healing more and more each time. I honestly think he looks back on his time in Ethiopia with a mixture of feelings, but mostly, I think he has joy for the country he was born in. Recently he has started to say "Me Ethiopian" with a giant smile.. to which I always hug him and tell him "Yes, baby, your an amazing Ethiopian!" His healing is coming more quickly and with less painful moments that I expected. Praise God for that!

The only problems, and I really mean this, have been with our little Sassy Pants. She is testing the boundaries of our love for her.. I remind myself of this every time she quietly takes off her diaper in her crib and poops all over the mattress and her blankets. She is testing us, to see if we will leave her or will we be here for her, forever.

This week has been a doozy! Sassy has been sick for the first time since coming home. Nothing major, a slight fever and a slimy green junk running out of her face all the time. But for whatever reason, she has decided to couple her not feeling well with some major tests of Mommy.

Reminding myself as she screams at me for the 100th time today, she is a baby from a hard place. Her life has been filed with different people. Her heart has been broken a 100 times more than my own in just over 2 years. She has felt loss and hurt that most people don't feel in a lifetime. I am writing this now to remind myself of that next time I am cleaned smeared poop from slats in the crib. 

I am staying Sassy, Mommy is staying, forever. 

Surprise Blessings at the Dentist?

This morning we went to the dentist... Dr. Bell... well we have history. I think I was maybe 5 or 6 when I started seeing Dr. Bell as my own pediatric dentist... and boy did we love him! Video games while you get your teeth cleaned... A.M.A.Z.I.N.G!

So when we needed to pick a dentist for the kids I was pretty set on having him. Ricky had lots of funny things to say to me about how stubborn I was being about only having him for the kids dentist. We went twice last year and then this year with Gedion newly home and needing to know where things stand, I made an appointment for this morning.

 Thankfully my Dad was up for the task of coming with us to the dentist... just to sit with Sassy Pants in the lobby while I bounced from chair to chair of cleanings.. it was an amazing blessing.

 Carter is every so cautious... he was watching Noah get his teeth cleaned and was feeling a bit of concern...I love this kid and tender heart. I am reminding myself of that, because sometimes I want him to buck up and be a little tougher skinned... but God has made his heart tender and I can't wait to see all the wonderful things God does with him!

 Noah asked to go first... he loves to be the biggest littlest kid!

 Then Gedi... he thought all the water and sucking machines were so funny he could hardly contain himself! He laughed through the entire cleaning =)

 My poor little Carter... he has teeth like his Momma and needs lots of dental work.. but he is a trooper and was still smiling at the end!

 Jake got a cleaning and a few cavities filled this morning.. he was a little nervous but all in all did amazing! We had not planned to have the cavities done today, but it worked out and we did not have to miss more school, so we just went for it. For being a little planner, he did great with the surprise. 

 What is not to love about this!! Video games and teeth cleaned!

On a special note.. Dr. Bell is an adoptive Daddy himself! He has a little girl they adopted from Russia in 2001, so needless to say.. we are kindred spirits now.. or as he called it "family" and his definition of family has been a blessing we never knew would be coming... his office is helping us care for the kids teeth and plans to cover most of the out of pocket expenses that our insurance does not cover. WHAT A BLESSING!!! I love the adoption community..  it is kinda like the family.

In addition to all of that wonderfulness this morning... I got the final push I needed to overhaul the way our family eats. Carter's teeth issues are combined genetics and dietary. So off I go to never buy boxed cereals again... yada yada... become the most disliked Mom in the world j/k.

Wow, hmmm... you have how many kids?!

So I recently took my oldest Johnny to get a hair cut, he is pretty particular about it all and we have finally after over a year found somewhere he likes. So we walk in and I nervously look around for the gentleman who seemed to please Johnny with his mad scissor skills the last time and to my surprise the skilled scissor man jumps right up and says "Hey man, glad you came back! Ready for a cut?"

As they walked over to the chair another lady sitting in the salon waiting area laughed and said "Gosh, so glad he liked his last cut and you brought him back." I smiled politely. In my head though I am thinking.. "How come these people are falling all over us? How do they remember us, we only came one other time...?" We will call this overly interested person "I was home schooled" and not because being home schooled is a bad thing, for heaven sakes I was home school and I am almost completely normal ;) anyway... but because I don't know her name and after every statement she made about her own life she followed it with ".... I was home schooled."

I sat there hoping for a few moments of peace. The little kids were home with Daddy and it was just me and Johnny. I started playing around on my phone and even closed my eyes for a moment. But "I was home schooled" was not having it. I then was asked every personal question in the book about our family.. how many children we had, how many of them were biological or adopted, how did we know what country to adopt from, what was the adopted children's circumstances for coming into adoption, what about Johnny.. what is his story? Why does he want to be here with you? and well keep going in your mind and that is what this woman asked me. But here is the kicker...she actually looked me in the face and asked me if I thought I could possibly love all these children... because she has one and that is just enough for her and she could never ever think of having more because she can hardly do it with the help of her own mother.. just loving one child.. it really takes it out of ya! (These are her exact words!)

I almost fell over... Was she really asking me if I could actually love all my children? Really?! Because sometimes my mouth gets the better of me I was ready with a quippy remark... but thankfully (for once in my life) my brain thought about it first and I kept my perfectly accurate remark to myself and thoughtfully replied "I know that not everyone understands large families, but if you understand the love of one child, the way your hear melts when those little hands grab yours or how you beam with pride when one makes a decision that is focused on someone else's needs above their own... if you love those moments, just imagine, I get to have them 6 times over... " She smiled and said "Ya I guess"...

Ya, I guess!! That was not the heart felt response I was looking for here lady! 

Over the last few weeks our family size has not only been questioned by complete strangers but by people who have been in our lives for a while now. It has caused me to take a closer look at larger families... and at moments I have questioned myself. But you know what, God has seen fit to allow Ricky and I care to for HIS children for a short time... and who am I to question the God of the universe? As I have thought and prayed for a good response.. I am left with my original response to "I am home schooled"... Yes, I can love them all.. and I do love them all.. each one of their precious little hearts blesses me each day. 

We might be loud and drink 3 gallons of milk in a week, but we can play 4 on 4 basketball downstairs at night in our pj's and have ragging dance parties without ever leaving the house! I love our big, awesome, amazing family and I would not change it for the world or even for a moment of silence.  

"The least of these.."

Life is a funny thing... Over the past ten years my life has changed so dramatically. For those of you who know my story, you know the last ten years have been filled with heart ache and pain and love and laughter, forgiveness and grace.. full of new beginnings.

When I was in high school I was also so conflicted about what I wanted "to be" when I grew up. I just never could get it straight in my head or heart. Post high school I started down many career paths... always wondering if this was it? Different majors, different goals... never feeling the "YES! This is it!" About two years ago I had the honor of going to work with one of our dearest family friends, who had just passed the California State Bar and off he went to open his own law firm. I got to  be there. It was awesome. I love the law, I love advocating for the powerless, I love learning, and I love being able to help change something for the better. I decided to go to finish what I needed in school and pursue a law degree. Wild thoughts with three boys and two kids on the way.. but it felt right.

During our long and hard year between court in Ethiopia and being able to bring home Gedion and Grace, I needed to not be in school. It was too much for me, too much for my brain and heart to processes. I stopped AGAIN going to school. But here is the thing, I know I will finish. Even with 6 kids, I know I will. Because God is calling me to advocate for those who can't. He is calling me to speak for those who voices get lost. AND I AM EXCITED ABOUT IT! It might not be now, and it might not be for 5, or 10, or 15 years but I am excited about where God has called me to professionally.

And personally.....

I woke this morning with a heavy weight on my heart... it has been there since I was in Ethiopia, but I feel like I have pushed it away, not wanting to address the weight, wanting to be "happy" so I push it out...

But how do you push out the fatherless of the this world? How do you ignore the oppressed? How do you ignore the parent who parents alone? 

YOU DON'T! 

This morning God spoke so clearly to my heart during devotions.... you don't push it away, you don't push it to the back of your mind... because THEY are worthy of a broken heart. THEY are worthy of action. 

There are 477 kids on the a single adoption agencies waiting children's list... 477! Some of those kids have been waiting for a Mommy and Daddy for 3 years! 3 years they have lived without the hug of a Mommy when tears fall from scrapes and cuts. Three years without the encouragement of a Daddy to try the new things in life. Three years without someone to read to them. Three years wondering if tomorrow they will eat. If tomorrow they will get picked. If tomorrow someone will love them. 

So this morning I am thankful for this weight. I pray God never lifts it from my heart because it is who I am. The person I looked for all those years in high school and after.. I am God's child, who will follow where HE leads and do what I know God has called me.

Will you?

Tired and Thankful for it!

We stayed out way to late last night... not one of us was in bed before 10:00 pm. On a normal school night we are hunkered down in bed well before 8:00 pm. This morning my eyes are tired, the kids were dragging, we were late for school... and it was all worth every moment of it!

Having my eyes tired this morning reminds me of the sweet laughter of all my favorite little boys playing together. Dragging the kids out of bed this morning made me laugh at the "Pirate Show" performed by those same group of silly boys. As we got to school and Noah said "Mommy, I am so sleepy!" I had to smile... I told him remember how blessed we are to have friends that we love and that make us laugh each time you feel tired today. He smiled at me, Noah gets it... he knew I was talking about the awesome 3 hours of giggles and screaming that happened last night. Before I left him in class his little arms hugged around my neck and he said "I love this kind of tired."

Me too buddy, me too.

My heart is so thankful this morning to have women in my life who love me unconditionally, who pray for my family, who hold me accountable. These friendships have been void in my life for the 15 years.... but the ones that are here are oooh so sweet.

Thankful for feeling sleepy this morning, because every moment of being my friend last night was worth it.

One of my other dear friends, Wendi, took some photo's of our family in the middle of a more chaotic photo shoot. When my sisters were here for Christmas with their families we decided to take a family photo... so Wendi came, even through it was like 3 degrees outside..and took some pictures of our whole family. While we hanging out she snapped these awesome photo's of our family. Gedion was not super happy to be taking photo's.... so we will try again soon when he is feeling more comfortable and is up for smiling in some of just him! Here is the family photo and one of my girl and me... the rest are on her blog...  Thanks my sweet friend for these... they are precious!

We are just alike..

This morning as I was writing to Grace in her journal I was working through a topic we covered in church yesterday. We are working through the Bible again this year, but with the topic of family as the focus of the year. This week one of our dearest friends and fellow adoptive Dad's spoke about God as the "Daddy" and us as the children. Galatians 4:3 In the same way we also, when we were children, were enslaved to the elementary principles of the world. But when the fullness of time had come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying "Abba! Father!" So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God."

Tim did an amazing job of helping us to understand why we would even need to be adopted in the first place... you know the saying "We are all children of God"... anyway, that is another blog post. To cut it short, I loved how he worked through the concept of being adopted into God's family and why we/others needs to be adopted.

Now let me back track... in church yesterday morning Grace was with us. We have not put her into child care yet... only because we are still working on bonding and attachment, etc. Anyway, she was sitting with Ricky in the back, because she loves to chatter, and we didn't want to be a disruption to everyone else sitting near us. When they came back to sit with Johnny and I at the end of the service, Grace was trying her hardest to put a little pencil behind her ear. I happen to sneak a photo....

Daddy ALWAYS puts his pencil behind his ear. Always. Such a sweet moment watching her be like her Daddy. 

I love/hate these moments with all our kids. The moment they do something, anything, that is an exact duplicate of me or Ricky. I say love/hate because there have been things that I have not been proud of that the kids have done and I think... hmmmm... I think that is my fault.

Since we have been home, we have been working through what Gedion's age is really going to be. We don't know for sure how old he is, but we do know for sure.. he is not 4. The last few times at the doctor, someone has asked his date of birth and then looked up and said "Wow, he is big for his age!" I am quipped more than once, "Look at how tall his Daddy is!"... Ricky being over 6'6"... I feel like its a perfect answer for something that might make Gedion feel uncomfortable (as soon as he can understand what they are saying). 

In my own private struggles, I often wonder and fear that our kids will have identity issues. I won't go into specifics, but it is not just the G's that I worry about. So I often trying to find things to point out... showing them that they are "like" us.. that they are "like" the rest of the family. Even though we are all different, and God made us that way, that there are little things that tie us together. Funny how I am probably more worried about it than the kids are or ever will be. God is working on me in this area.

Today I wrote to Grace in her journal that no matter how we are the same or different over the years, how we look or act the same or different, or the things we say or don't say that are the same... We are exactly the same on a major issue in our lives... we are both adopted, and if my earnest prayers are heard.. all of our kids will be adopted. 

Here are the things I know for sure:

1. God made us all in his perfect image

2. Sin separated us from God

3. We are all adopted  into His family when we choose to receive the gift that He sent of his Son

What a special bond to have as a family, the one thing that would/could make a child feel separated or different from the his/her earthly family.. is actually something that we all have in common, something that binds us together, something that makes us the same. 

Praising Jesus this morning for revealing through teaching and his Word the concept of adoption and becoming an heir to His throne, and how we are all the same in having that available to us. 

A small funny from this morning..

On the way to school this morning Noah saw a rainbow... we have not had rain here in a week or so, but it just so happen that there was an amazing rainbow this morning across the sun. All the boys were excited about it! Noah started talking about the gold at the end of the rainbow.... Jake was excited even more! Jake was saying that if he could just find the gold then he could help all the kids in Africa.... melt my heart... Noah seemed confused and asked how chocolate is going to help the kids in Africa? To which Jake said "oh Noah, the chocolate part is just on the Blue's Clues, not in real life."

I just had to smile to myself, I love that Jake corrected Noah that the chocolate part was not real, but the gold at the end of the rainbow still made perfect sense to him. I love their little brains!

Not a resolution...

For Christmas my amazing hubby bought me a devotional. You see we buy Christmas gifts with some sort of a guide. The kids all get 4 things: Something they want, something they need, something to help them grow spiritually, and some fun from Mommy and Daddy. So, in keeping with that same theme, my hubs bought me One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp which is inspired by the Authors blog and own journey into a life of thanksgiving. I am super excited about my new found mornings and time to read my Bible, study a devotion and have a cup of coffee while my sweet pie princess sits next to me eating her oatmeal.

This morning I decided to start including Gracie girl in my devotional time, I know it will only be a few short years before she is gone at school with the rest of the crazies during this sweet time of the day, so we sat and I read and she ate. It was lovely. I am also writing letters to her, in a journal of sorts, so that someday she will see me for who I am. When she is teenager and we don't see eye to eye on everything or when she thinks she is alone in her thoughts or feelings, I hope she will read this and know that even her Mom struggled at times, that I felt alone at times, that I was scared and unsure at times. I hope she seems that my path has continued to bring me back to a loving, forgiving, GRACE giving God and that she runs to Him each moment her heart is troubled or feels alone.

This morning Grace is wearing this awesome footsie jammies.. don't you love footsie jams? I do! But my girl has S.T.Y.L.E.! She is wearing her sneakers over the stop of her footsie jams... 

Are the rest of the Daddy's like ours??

I don't know what other houses across the country look like today, but ours was a funny mixture of people not feeling well (Mommy, Daddy & Grace) and rowdy "Last Day of Vacation" crazies (the test of the house).

I woke up with a yucky throat, and I think Ricky followed me pretty quickly. Grace was feeling yuck by this afternoon and was so lovely to be around ;) after an unsuccessful nap time and an attempt to play outside.... It might snow tonight... The Daddy of the house, who gave up his furniture finishing planning session, played the board game of choice with the little people in the house.

Surely God has blessed our home in abundance with a Daddy who who loves his kids, who stops what he is doing to play (even if it's not by the rules) a game. Thankful for my amazing hubby and his dedication to our family.

In addition...

I have also decided I am going to be using my blog as a way to "remember" all these moments, thoughts and craziness! I want to remember all the sweet moments with J, all the funny moments with C, all the ZANIE moments with N, all the "firsts" with Big G, and all my very own mother/daughter moments with Princess G.

Grace is obsessed with shoes! She was wearing her Zebra stripped footsie jammies and pink converse to breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, the love of my life LOVES to make the kids breakfast.. something he loves or they love or the dreaded something new! Two days ago we had one of these breakfast moments, which means my love told the kids they could not have cereal and instead he was making them their own Apple or Banana homemade oatmeal. This proceeded to change the always lovely (laced with sarcasm) morning mood, into what I will call the DARKNESS. 

Jake is having a moment here on the couch, irritated at Dad (or EVIL WAR LORD) as he was being treated. ;) Gedion would not even look at Dad and Cater was just in tears. I can't say that Dad  handled the rejection very well, which in all honesty was a little amusing for me. 

I made the Banana part and Dad made the Apples... every picked Banana, which really made Dad happy ;) 

So after a ever so important battle over what was for breakfast, we finally made our way to putting the oatmeal into the bowls and serving the kids. EVERYONE ATE IT ALL and 4 of the 5 asked for more! I made another batch and saved the leftovers for the next day. Which were REQUESTED the following morning. All of this brings me to today, which consisted of yet another exciting world ending new breakfast for just the little Ethiopian's in the house. Gedion was less than excited, but he tried it and ended up asking for the coveted "last one."

 As I look back on the last three days home with the Evil War Lord and his desire to show our kids new foods, I have decided I  need to not be so predictable! I LIKE to feed the kids the same thing EVERY. SINGLE. DAY! Because I know that it will not bring on a full on riot, because it is easy and I don't have to worry about the tears or trantrums that might follow, but I am really doing them an injustice. They ARE AFRAID of new things, it gives them anxiety which I am sure is the same anxiety I feel when Daddy says, "No cereal, I am making something for you guys." 

This brings on a new era of my life, the seeking ways to make breakfast healthy and fast (I am not so wonderful in them mornings before school) so it is necessary to have something that I don't have to stress about. 

Anywho, that is that. Something our family went through, something I learned about myself and something I am going to try to change. 

I promise, not everything will have a life lesson involved, this just so happen to have a "I need to change that" attached to the story.