Something about 2012

I have tried my darnedest to abolish regular blogging. Apparently, my efforts have proved fruitful...Unfortunately, I am neither an effective journal writer, and I want my kids to know that they were, indeed, alive in 2012.

In fact, the only reason I am blogging at this moment is because I've checked my email about ten times, looked at every picture of my brand new niece 37 times (WELCOME TO THE WORLD YOU BEAUTIFUL THING, YOU!), and I don't want to get off the floor to turn on some quality trash tv on Hulu. These are my general go-to ideas when I'm avoiding blogging.

My dang Philosophy book is screaming at me from across the room, but I'm taking a stance: the kids are sleeping, Chris is off making millions and I just want to sit in a vegetative state--- so stop screaming. No more from you, you mind bender, you.

I feel I have cheated this here blog. This past year has been such a whirlwind... And I've got nothing to prove for it on this space. Some day, I want to sit down and write out all of the losses that occurred through out our year and a half in adoption land, but my heart still needs to revel in the magic that is my son Grif--- someday I can display all those demons and say, "Hey. That hurt. A lot." but for today, it isn't completely past tense... just yet.

2012 is the year we are kicking butt, and taking names. I feel like this year is about accomplishing:

If it's the death of me, we will finalize our adoption. Please don't ask why it's taking us so long, and certainly don't remind us that we were supposed to finalize in January...

Ah hem.

Then, we are getting sealed in the temple. Holy moley, this can't come soon enough. Can't wait. Truth: my heart is aching to feel like all my family is together again for a moment. All four of my sons. All four.

Chris is graduating.
I am graduating.

We're moving to Bali.

And we're starting the process of bringing home our last bambino. From Ethiopia.