I watched this movie last night that I think will stick with me forever. It is called Amistad - a true story of a slave ship. It is rated R and is horrifying. I do not recommend it to everyone. The story is about slaves that broke free from their chains and killed most of the crew, and is a lot more involved than that. What was stunning, was to see these beautiful Africans - strong, healthy, and in their prime, being captured, brought to a ship - made to pack together, naked in narrow spaces with their hands in shackles, and necks shackled, nowhere for the vomit, etc to escape... the crying, dying, (dead thrown overboard), and a slave girl has a 1/2 white baby... one scene shows this man being whipped, blood spurting everywhere, and a slave woman and baby watch, edging closer to the railing, then slips off the railing, unwilling to stay a moment longer watching... and horrors of horrors, the crew take a rail off, throw a large bag of heavy rocks overboard, pulling body after body (50 in all) down to the bottom of the ocean. (apparently the provisions weren't enough for all). It is absolutely unbelievable the shame and crime against these people.
Past slavery has played a part in why we adopted from Africa. If we could somehow, some way offer recompense for all the crime laid against these people, it would (maybe a strange idea) wash away some of the guilt. After watching the movie, it hit me, that I have my own little African boy, I want so much to treat him with the utmost tenderness. Seeing some of those men suffer was like seeing my boy, in a different day, treated like that. What a privilege it would be to pour out only love and gentleness to him. And yet... have I done that? I've only had good intentions in bringing him into our family, but in reality it's been a struggle. Like Paul in the Bible, I do what I don't want to do, and don't do what I know I should.
I guess one of my greatest desires is to learn to be gentle. I would love to give all my kids what they deserve. In the meantime, I have hope in the fact that God will complete the good work begun in us.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
building a snow fort
The first weeks of January were mild and beautiful for ND - for the first time since the first snowfall this winter, the snow was "warm" enough to pack - our Ethiopian kids aren't afraid to get cold occasionally!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Stories of Ethiopia in Serena's words. - (in America for 9 months)
At Jaco’s (Serena’s uncle) house, me and Kudus (Jaco’s son) play kick ball, soccer ball, everything. Kudus (a bit younger than Serena), had birthday, all the kids come and play and we have fun there and all that. We have pop and cookies. (When I asked if she had a birthday, she said no.)
I sleep with my mom – Etenesh at Jaco’s house in the kitchen. One day we got really bad thing. Me and her sleep and the door lock and she said help me help me, and Jaco’s came and help her.
I was at my gramma’s house when my mom have a baby. Someone else tell me, it’s a boy brother , I say yeah, I want to go there. I never saw my brother Gabe. I tell my Gramma, I want to go see my brother, and my mom, and my Gramma said okay, and someone take me. When we were in the car, I cry because someone else scary me in the car, and then my mom call me and said why are you crying, you are coming to see me, don’t be sad, I said okay mom. I go see her in Jaco’s house and see the baby. After I was at Jaco’s (Jacos is Etenesh’s brother) house, I went to Debre Zeit orphanage, and the people say, we got new sister, she can play with us!
Flashback: When I was at my gramma’s house, I go to school, and there were sheep on the mountain and the sheep knocked a rock down the hill, and it hit me in the back, and I cry. Everybody didn’t see me, and I said, help me, help me, I hurt, and I screamed and people came and helped me. One day there was my friend at school and my teacher and the teacher said raise your hand and she not listening and she said you come here and she took her hand and slapped her hand and took a whip and took her pants off and whipped her bottom and everybody laughed and laughed and she cry. I didn’t laugh.
My gramma made me lunch and she went to work, and my “brother” (uncle? – Gramma’s boy) come and he eat my lunch. My gramma come home and said where’s your lunch, honey, and I said it’s all gone – he eat my lunch. I make myself lunch and I hide it in my bedroom so he couldn’t eat it.
My big “brother” hit me because we never find sheep. I bring out everything – cow, sheep, and it hard for me watch everything, and he hit me because the sheep that have baby in her, and she got lost, and the brother kicked me and slapped my face. My gramma cried and said don’t do it, don’t do it, I don’t have any money for her. My “brother” said you not get in this house anymore – you stay outside – my gramma said what are you doing that to her – you are so mean. She didn’t do anything. I go to ladies house and I eat popcorn. One day my “brother” did it to me, I bring all the cows, and he said where all the cows go? He didn’t see a cow because it was dark, and behind the tree, and I said, I bring all the cows, and he see then cow behind the tree, and said, sorry, I won’t hurt you – I see the cow.
My gramma make injura, beets. I helped my gramma make food – I make one day, soup, she got little bit tomatos and I got soup for her. My gramma got hurt her back, when I was there. Then she can’t bathroom, or anything like that. Or she can’t go church. She can walk with a stick. My friend gramma have no teeth – (laughter!) We not have a toilet, we went to a big hole in the ground and everybody went to the bathroom and there was poop all around the hole. (more laughter!) My “brother” got sticks and made a spot to go to the bathroom behind our house, with rock and sticks. One day, I always get for cows to eat, we have a box for it, and my brother said thank you, thank you.
Back to visiting uncle Jaco’s: my mom and Jaco’s wife, she buy a dress for me for picture. I put pretty clothes on and Jaco’s take my picture and then take me to the orphanage.
At the orphanage, after lunch we go to bed. If you were bad you stand on your hands with your feet up on the wall behind you and you wait and wait. The ladies at the orphanage were good, except one lady she bad, she said you sit down.
I like Kassahun (the CWA social worker) and he like me. He come for me and take me to his house. He hug me when he come in from work. I was happy at Kassahun’s house. (CWA home).
I sleep with my mom – Etenesh at Jaco’s house in the kitchen. One day we got really bad thing. Me and her sleep and the door lock and she said help me help me, and Jaco’s came and help her.
I was at my gramma’s house when my mom have a baby. Someone else tell me, it’s a boy brother , I say yeah, I want to go there. I never saw my brother Gabe. I tell my Gramma, I want to go see my brother, and my mom, and my Gramma said okay, and someone take me. When we were in the car, I cry because someone else scary me in the car, and then my mom call me and said why are you crying, you are coming to see me, don’t be sad, I said okay mom. I go see her in Jaco’s house and see the baby. After I was at Jaco’s (Jacos is Etenesh’s brother) house, I went to Debre Zeit orphanage, and the people say, we got new sister, she can play with us!
Flashback: When I was at my gramma’s house, I go to school, and there were sheep on the mountain and the sheep knocked a rock down the hill, and it hit me in the back, and I cry. Everybody didn’t see me, and I said, help me, help me, I hurt, and I screamed and people came and helped me. One day there was my friend at school and my teacher and the teacher said raise your hand and she not listening and she said you come here and she took her hand and slapped her hand and took a whip and took her pants off and whipped her bottom and everybody laughed and laughed and she cry. I didn’t laugh.
My gramma made me lunch and she went to work, and my “brother” (uncle? – Gramma’s boy) come and he eat my lunch. My gramma come home and said where’s your lunch, honey, and I said it’s all gone – he eat my lunch. I make myself lunch and I hide it in my bedroom so he couldn’t eat it.
My big “brother” hit me because we never find sheep. I bring out everything – cow, sheep, and it hard for me watch everything, and he hit me because the sheep that have baby in her, and she got lost, and the brother kicked me and slapped my face. My gramma cried and said don’t do it, don’t do it, I don’t have any money for her. My “brother” said you not get in this house anymore – you stay outside – my gramma said what are you doing that to her – you are so mean. She didn’t do anything. I go to ladies house and I eat popcorn. One day my “brother” did it to me, I bring all the cows, and he said where all the cows go? He didn’t see a cow because it was dark, and behind the tree, and I said, I bring all the cows, and he see then cow behind the tree, and said, sorry, I won’t hurt you – I see the cow.
My gramma make injura, beets. I helped my gramma make food – I make one day, soup, she got little bit tomatos and I got soup for her. My gramma got hurt her back, when I was there. Then she can’t bathroom, or anything like that. Or she can’t go church. She can walk with a stick. My friend gramma have no teeth – (laughter!) We not have a toilet, we went to a big hole in the ground and everybody went to the bathroom and there was poop all around the hole. (more laughter!) My “brother” got sticks and made a spot to go to the bathroom behind our house, with rock and sticks. One day, I always get for cows to eat, we have a box for it, and my brother said thank you, thank you.
Back to visiting uncle Jaco’s: my mom and Jaco’s wife, she buy a dress for me for picture. I put pretty clothes on and Jaco’s take my picture and then take me to the orphanage.
At the orphanage, after lunch we go to bed. If you were bad you stand on your hands with your feet up on the wall behind you and you wait and wait. The ladies at the orphanage were good, except one lady she bad, she said you sit down.
I like Kassahun (the CWA social worker) and he like me. He come for me and take me to his house. He hug me when he come in from work. I was happy at Kassahun’s house. (CWA home).
Friday, January 4, 2008
My testimony given at a Christmas program 2007
When my neighbor asked me to, in her words, “share what Jesus means to me” at your Christmas program, I knew I was in a fix. I never like having to get up in front of people, and I fear that somehow by sharing with people, they may get the impression that I “have it all together”, or at least they think that I know what I am talking about. I will never “have it all together”, but there are certain things that I know. It is an honor to stand before you and tell you what Jesus means to me.
He is truly my best friend, and I know that no matter what comes my way, I have the assurance that He will never leave me nor forsake me.
The easiest way to tell you what Jesus means to me, is to share about my life. I was born to a loving man with a great sense of humor, (he really needed it because there were 11 of us kids), and a hard working mother (who never seemed to get through the pile of ironing!). I have good memories of being #5 of 11 kids - we were a loud, hungry bunch, but sang together, laughed and played together. As many of you know, I was raised in the Brethren Mtg. We were taught about Jesus, and that we were special because we were more enlightened than other Christians. We held onto strict teaching, and looked to a leader to direct our lives. I fell in love, when I came out to Neche, and met a great looking guy, but I was only 13, and he was 20. In the following years, we saw each other at different places, and although we both thought that we were probably too far apart in age, the attraction was there. When I turned 20, I got the phone call I had been waiting for - and married Stuart soon after.
We were happy and things went along smoothly until Nov. 13, 1998. We found out that a man that worked for Stu had been stealing from us, and over time, embezzled $75,000. We sat in disbelief that someone we had trusted had done that to us, and I knew that nothing I could say would make it easier for Stu. Then the phone rang. My mom and asked me if I was sitting down. She told me that my healthy, strong, 53 yr old dad was killed in a car accident. Mom was left with 6 kids to raise alone. We were devastated. I loved my dad, and looked up to him. We saw how easily our lives could be snuffed out in an instant and our perspective changed. The $ stolen didn’t hold the same pain. Life is more important.
I had never lost someone that close to me before, and it hurt. But my faith grew during that time. I felt “arms” around me as I knelt alone by my bed, begging God for help. I also began to realize that God himself loves ME. Reflecting on the past months, I could see how He was so kind and gentle, in a personal way. My dad lived 24 hrs. away in Columbus, OH, but had just been up to see us only 3 days before the accident. In fact, I took the last picture of him. He knew and loved my husband and had seen my 1 yr. old baby. My 5 younger sisters wouldn’t be able to share their families with dad. Even as he went out the door on that last fateful trip, he told my sister (who was on the phone with me) to tell me that he loved me. Reflecting on those things made me intensely aware of God’s intimate interest in us.
Time went on, and we were busy. We really put our all into our lives as Brethren - until some things started happening that we knew were wrong. Things that were against scripture! We approached the persons who were involved and it became apparent that they were going to sweep these things under the rug, and we ourselves were persecuted because we questioned the things that were happening. Things were going to go on and we were supposed to act like all was well. We decided we couldn’t do that. Without thinking about the consequences, we left the meeting. Our lives dramatically changed. We have been shunned - from our family and not only our best, but our only friends, and the only life we’d ever known. We lost our identity. We spent some very lonely years, and had to (in a way), start over in our relationship with God. All of a sudden we were responsible for our own decisions - there was no “leader” who told us what to do, etc. But what a wonderful thing it has been. We may have lost ones dear to us, but God said that “everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life.” (Matthew 19;29) That started to happen for us, through one of our neighbor ladies. She kept coming over uninvited - and loving on us. Slowly we began to see that the position we held as “special Christians” was false, along with many other ideas we clung to. Through loving neighbors and listening to Christian radio, our hearts began to open. We saw our need to go to church, and what blessings we have found.
Our new life opened many things to us. We soon found ourselves enjoying many things we’d never done before. We also began to realize that doing more things, buying more things and adding to ourselves wasn’t going to bring complete satisfaction. God had blessed us, and brought us great freedom. We started to feel like we couldn’t keep it all to ourselves. We looked into adoption, and considered it for a couple years. I kept hoping that I would become a better mother, than I would feel free to go ahead and adopt. (ha ha) A scripture that we studied in Breaking Free - a Bible study with Beth Moore, kept coming to my mind.
Isaiah 58:6 says “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? (God had loosed our chains - and given us freedom we’d never known.) Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see the naked, to clothe him, (when had we ever done that?) and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? (Now listen to this) Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I. If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, (hard for us to do, after growing up as judgmental as we were) and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. (and this has become my beautiful dream) You will be like a well watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up the age-old foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
We took the step in faith that God would be with us, and went to Ethiopia to adopt two beautiful children, 7 yr. old Kidest and 9 month old Hiale. We were humbled @ Kidest - whom we now call Serena. She leapt into Stu’s arms when we arrived and kept saying her few English words, “Dad…dad…dad… I love you”. By the way, today is her 8th birthday - and she had her first ever birthday party. (clap)
Gabe (Hiale) immediately accepted us too. It really was a miracle that a 9 month old baby seemed to know us, though he realistically couldn’t have. Even when we went to see their mother, Gabe cried for Stu, and wasn’t comforted until he was in his arms.
We now have 5 beautiful children, who each have individual gifts they bring to our family. I am thankful to God for His goodness, but also know now more than ever how much help I need. I have not, at times been a good mother, and have been surprised at how ugly I can be to my kids. Amazingly, even after loosing my temper, they forgive and still love me. How much more amazing it is that Jesus, knowing all our sin, looks on us with love. This season we celebrate how Jesus, God’s own Son, came into this world, as a dependent, infant - caring about us enough to come and experience life as we know it. God Himself, in a touchable human form. What joy!
He is truly my best friend, and I know that no matter what comes my way, I have the assurance that He will never leave me nor forsake me.
The easiest way to tell you what Jesus means to me, is to share about my life. I was born to a loving man with a great sense of humor, (he really needed it because there were 11 of us kids), and a hard working mother (who never seemed to get through the pile of ironing!). I have good memories of being #5 of 11 kids - we were a loud, hungry bunch, but sang together, laughed and played together. As many of you know, I was raised in the Brethren Mtg. We were taught about Jesus, and that we were special because we were more enlightened than other Christians. We held onto strict teaching, and looked to a leader to direct our lives. I fell in love, when I came out to Neche, and met a great looking guy, but I was only 13, and he was 20. In the following years, we saw each other at different places, and although we both thought that we were probably too far apart in age, the attraction was there. When I turned 20, I got the phone call I had been waiting for - and married Stuart soon after.
We were happy and things went along smoothly until Nov. 13, 1998. We found out that a man that worked for Stu had been stealing from us, and over time, embezzled $75,000. We sat in disbelief that someone we had trusted had done that to us, and I knew that nothing I could say would make it easier for Stu. Then the phone rang. My mom and asked me if I was sitting down. She told me that my healthy, strong, 53 yr old dad was killed in a car accident. Mom was left with 6 kids to raise alone. We were devastated. I loved my dad, and looked up to him. We saw how easily our lives could be snuffed out in an instant and our perspective changed. The $ stolen didn’t hold the same pain. Life is more important.
I had never lost someone that close to me before, and it hurt. But my faith grew during that time. I felt “arms” around me as I knelt alone by my bed, begging God for help. I also began to realize that God himself loves ME. Reflecting on the past months, I could see how He was so kind and gentle, in a personal way. My dad lived 24 hrs. away in Columbus, OH, but had just been up to see us only 3 days before the accident. In fact, I took the last picture of him. He knew and loved my husband and had seen my 1 yr. old baby. My 5 younger sisters wouldn’t be able to share their families with dad. Even as he went out the door on that last fateful trip, he told my sister (who was on the phone with me) to tell me that he loved me. Reflecting on those things made me intensely aware of God’s intimate interest in us.
Time went on, and we were busy. We really put our all into our lives as Brethren - until some things started happening that we knew were wrong. Things that were against scripture! We approached the persons who were involved and it became apparent that they were going to sweep these things under the rug, and we ourselves were persecuted because we questioned the things that were happening. Things were going to go on and we were supposed to act like all was well. We decided we couldn’t do that. Without thinking about the consequences, we left the meeting. Our lives dramatically changed. We have been shunned - from our family and not only our best, but our only friends, and the only life we’d ever known. We lost our identity. We spent some very lonely years, and had to (in a way), start over in our relationship with God. All of a sudden we were responsible for our own decisions - there was no “leader” who told us what to do, etc. But what a wonderful thing it has been. We may have lost ones dear to us, but God said that “everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life.” (Matthew 19;29) That started to happen for us, through one of our neighbor ladies. She kept coming over uninvited - and loving on us. Slowly we began to see that the position we held as “special Christians” was false, along with many other ideas we clung to. Through loving neighbors and listening to Christian radio, our hearts began to open. We saw our need to go to church, and what blessings we have found.
Our new life opened many things to us. We soon found ourselves enjoying many things we’d never done before. We also began to realize that doing more things, buying more things and adding to ourselves wasn’t going to bring complete satisfaction. God had blessed us, and brought us great freedom. We started to feel like we couldn’t keep it all to ourselves. We looked into adoption, and considered it for a couple years. I kept hoping that I would become a better mother, than I would feel free to go ahead and adopt. (ha ha) A scripture that we studied in Breaking Free - a Bible study with Beth Moore, kept coming to my mind.
Isaiah 58:6 says “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? (God had loosed our chains - and given us freedom we’d never known.) Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see the naked, to clothe him, (when had we ever done that?) and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? (Now listen to this) Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I. If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, (hard for us to do, after growing up as judgmental as we were) and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. (and this has become my beautiful dream) You will be like a well watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up the age-old foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
We took the step in faith that God would be with us, and went to Ethiopia to adopt two beautiful children, 7 yr. old Kidest and 9 month old Hiale. We were humbled @ Kidest - whom we now call Serena. She leapt into Stu’s arms when we arrived and kept saying her few English words, “Dad…dad…dad… I love you”. By the way, today is her 8th birthday - and she had her first ever birthday party. (clap)
Gabe (Hiale) immediately accepted us too. It really was a miracle that a 9 month old baby seemed to know us, though he realistically couldn’t have. Even when we went to see their mother, Gabe cried for Stu, and wasn’t comforted until he was in his arms.
We now have 5 beautiful children, who each have individual gifts they bring to our family. I am thankful to God for His goodness, but also know now more than ever how much help I need. I have not, at times been a good mother, and have been surprised at how ugly I can be to my kids. Amazingly, even after loosing my temper, they forgive and still love me. How much more amazing it is that Jesus, knowing all our sin, looks on us with love. This season we celebrate how Jesus, God’s own Son, came into this world, as a dependent, infant - caring about us enough to come and experience life as we know it. God Himself, in a touchable human form. What joy!
A brief story of our adoption
Our Ethiopian Adoption
We decided to adopt after feeling like we must share our blessings. We have been so blessed with a nice place to live, extra room in our house, money in the bank from a wrongful death suit (my father was killed in an accident), and we just felt like if we didn't use what we have to help others, we would just keep building up for ourselves treasures on earth. We already had 3 kids by birth - Damien - 9, Garret - 6 and Kira - 4, but both of us had grown up in large families, so more seemed "normal". We were interested in adopting from Africa, and when we looked into it, we found Ethiopia was the easiest country to adopt from. We started the process, but early on changed agencies to CWA, once we discovered that they were a Christian agency - an added bonus! We were so excited to meet other families that were adopting - especially when we went for training to Spokane - we found that so helpful. It was there that we heard about two kids that were needing to be chosen by a family - a 7 yr. old girl, and an 8 mo. old boy. We were waiting for someone who would fit into our age groups - and decided on the spot that those were the kids for us. Within a few months we were in Ethiopia, to spend an incredible week - meeting our kids (we named them Serena and Gabriel), and other wonderful people, and soaking in what we could of the country. The people there left such an impression on us - we would love to some day go back (with our kids!) to help. Our kids are absolutely beautiful and have amazed us at their ability to adapt into a whole new enviroment. They loved us immediately and there hasn't been one episode of homesickness. There definately have been times of adjusting, and there will be more for a while. There are challenges, but we haven't ever felt like we did the wrong thing - I trust God to grow us through it all. We have had the kids for 4 months now, and they have found a special place in our little town of all white people - they are loved by all. (Serena is SO friendly, and Gabe has irresistable dimples!)
Stuart and Rose Symington
Damien
Serena
Garret
Kira
Gabe
We decided to adopt after feeling like we must share our blessings. We have been so blessed with a nice place to live, extra room in our house, money in the bank from a wrongful death suit (my father was killed in an accident), and we just felt like if we didn't use what we have to help others, we would just keep building up for ourselves treasures on earth. We already had 3 kids by birth - Damien - 9, Garret - 6 and Kira - 4, but both of us had grown up in large families, so more seemed "normal". We were interested in adopting from Africa, and when we looked into it, we found Ethiopia was the easiest country to adopt from. We started the process, but early on changed agencies to CWA, once we discovered that they were a Christian agency - an added bonus! We were so excited to meet other families that were adopting - especially when we went for training to Spokane - we found that so helpful. It was there that we heard about two kids that were needing to be chosen by a family - a 7 yr. old girl, and an 8 mo. old boy. We were waiting for someone who would fit into our age groups - and decided on the spot that those were the kids for us. Within a few months we were in Ethiopia, to spend an incredible week - meeting our kids (we named them Serena and Gabriel), and other wonderful people, and soaking in what we could of the country. The people there left such an impression on us - we would love to some day go back (with our kids!) to help. Our kids are absolutely beautiful and have amazed us at their ability to adapt into a whole new enviroment. They loved us immediately and there hasn't been one episode of homesickness. There definately have been times of adjusting, and there will be more for a while. There are challenges, but we haven't ever felt like we did the wrong thing - I trust God to grow us through it all. We have had the kids for 4 months now, and they have found a special place in our little town of all white people - they are loved by all. (Serena is SO friendly, and Gabe has irresistable dimples!)
Stuart and Rose Symington
Damien
Serena
Garret
Kira
Gabe
Reflections of 2007
Hi friends,
This blog starts as a reflection of all that 2007 has brought us. Our family grew to a family of 7, after we adopted 2 kids from Ethiopia last April. To see photos of our trip, go to this Snapfish address: http://www2.snapfish.com/shareereg/p=82141199478681880/l=342275819/g=92209312/pns/share/p=82141199478681880/l=342275819/g=92209312
This blog starts as a reflection of all that 2007 has brought us. Our family grew to a family of 7, after we adopted 2 kids from Ethiopia last April. To see photos of our trip, go to this Snapfish address: http://www2.snapfish.com/shareereg/p=82141199478681880/l=342275819/g=92209312/pns/share/p=82141199478681880/l=342275819/g=92209312
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