Not the update I was hoping for...
Shawn left for training on the big island around 2 am. He took the van so he wouldn’t wake me up. So, I got up like a good girl, whined about walking to get the car... and then walked to get the car. I stopped at Starbucks on the way home for my venti iced caramel latte with an extra shot... because, well, I need an extra shot. I got home - and Austin said that Joy called. YES! We’ve been waiting for this phone call!!!First off, I love Joy. Really. She is absolutely wonderful. She loves these kids, she loves the families, and she loves God.So, she tells me that they have petitioned for a court date for Chaltu yet because they have been unable to find her birth mother.

ATTACHMENT
Attachment parenting has always resonated with me. When I was a new mother, I tried to follow my instincts. I wanted to be close to my babies. I wanted to comfort them. I felt that it was my job and no one else’s. I had natural births, two of which were at home. I was very informed and aware through them. I was an active participant. I breastfed them (for years), even worke

No news yet
On the adoption front... nothing. Zip. Zilch. The courts were originally supposed to open October 5... but they didn’t. Courts didn’t open until the following week. We were anxious to hear something. I can’t tell you how many times I checked the phones to make sure they worked. (I know, just a tad bit OCD or something). Friday we heard that another YWAM family received a

planning... almost.
I’ve been having dreams of Chaltu lately. In all of them I see her, I hold her, I rock her, I cuddle her... but she’s still not mine. There is always something still not completed, or still some obstacle in the way. I assume this is my fear that we are always going to be >this< close to being her family.I’m really feeling the need to plan plan plan now. I’ve bee