House a Home...Down to the Wire!!

Okay...I know that this is last minute....but I gotta get in on this house a home give a way from Lucy. Here are my top five...


1. My Kitchen. I LOVE my kitchen! It is a great size with plenty of cupboard and counter space. The best part about the kitchen is that it's connected to the family room, so even when there's company over, everyone is able to chat and visit, even if some of us are cooking or cleaning up.







2. Friends and Family. I have dreams of filling my currently empty dining room with a table for 12, and hosting many dinners there. I LOVE having people over. I love to hear my neices and nephew run around our house. I love to serve people a yummy dinner (I try anyways), and to sit around and talk with those we love. (I know this isn't a picture of our friends, but it's of their dog, and it proves that Mark DOES love dogs).

3. A Mess. I'm not going to lie...I don't deal with drop-in guests. This is strictly because I can not stay on top of keeping my house clean! I let the dishes pile up, the laundry pile up, the dust pile up....(you get the point). I know I am going to have to crack that habit before we have kids, but I would just rather do anything else than clean!! The best gift ever would be a housekeeper.

4. My King Size Bed! Mark and I bought a new bed this year (our joke is that we wore the first one out in our first year of marriage :). It is awesome!! I get super hot at night, and Mark is a flipp'n furnace, so it's been nice to have my own "cool" side of the bed. I also love getting to spread out as much as I want and not getting accused of stealing the covers!!!

5. My hubby. Of course, the biggest thing that makes my house a home is my hubby. Mark and I have moved three times in five years, and have been through a lot together during that time. We compliment each other perfectly. I know that as long as I have Mark by side, I can get through anything that life throws at me. (sorry that you have to turn your head to see this one...)

I feel like you should know...

I am not adopting because I need to save the world. I'm not adopting because I feel like I need to give back to humanity, or save some poor soul from a terrible life. I'm not adopting because I'm a good person.

Wow, that sounds harsh. I don't mean it to be, but that has nothing to do with why I'm adopting (not that those aren't good reasons).

I am adopting because I need to be a mom. It's a job I was born to do, and I have NEVER wanted anything more. I want nothing more than to hold my baby as he (or she) falls asleep, or to feel the love as they hug me for the first time. I want to watch them grow older, and have them watch me grow old. I want to see them get married. I want to be a Grandma one day.

Sure, Mommies are in the business of saving people...I believe we all save the world in some way as we strive to raise our sons and daughters to be good, God-loving, people. But I don't ever want my son or daughter to think that they are only in my life because I saved them from something else. They'll grow up knowing that they were brought into our lives because they were chosen by God to be our son or daughter. I belive that with all that I am. Afer all, is that not the way all children come into our lives??

Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to
birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before
you, The days of my life all prepared before I'd even
lived one day.
Psalm 139:15-16

Please keep us in your prayers as we wait to hear from the Ontario Goverment!

Becky :)

First Hiccup

Okay, so first hiccup in the whole process. Unfortunately, the hiccup is that I am an idiot. I had to renew my passport in February. We wanted all of our paper work to be in order so that it's one less thing we have to worry about later on. I filled out all the forms and went all the way to Whitby and spent my Saturday morning standing in line waiting to get the process completed. I now have my nice new passport in my hot little hands.

Taking a closer look at everything but the photo, I noticed that my middle name wasn't included on the document. Nuts. No big deal, I search online and contact Passport Canada to let them know of their screw up. Well, they informed me that I neglected to include my full name on my passport, so I will need to redo EVERYTHING-photos, forms, guaranteers, line-standing, paying the fees- everything.

Who forgets to write down their middle name? Me, of course. I am the person who wears two different shoes to school, puts my pants on inside out, and wears my shirt backwards. So that I don't send my super type-A husband into a tizzy, lets hope this is the only hiccup due to my absentmindedness (or anything for that matter!).

On the plus side. I get to have a new passport pic taken. The last one was bad. Really bad.