I am a girl, wait... woman (forget my age sometimes) who has climbed my way through life, making obstacles that seemed to be mountains into tiny little anthills. I am a wife, a daughter, sister, aunt, student, a wannabe ukulele and guitar player, and hopeful adoptive mom. Also a fan of the Oxford comma, as demonstrated in the previous sentence. If you get it, you get it, if not- that is on you.
I'm the type of person who doesn't let a little something like a kidney transplant get in the way of life. I graduated from UGA in 2003 and am getting my MED in Media with a concentration in Instructional Technology. The program is online, which was never my dream, but it is progress. That may have to go on hold once we have a baby, but until then, I am working my hardest at making grades I can be proud of.
My friends and family are really important to me. I don't know who I would be without them. I honestly can't believe the outpouring of support we have experienced from friends - old and new. The process of adopting is very stressful and it helps to have people rooting for us or just making themselves available when things get hard and I need to vent a little (or a lot). So, thanks for everyone's patience when I think too much, go into panic mode, and then slowly return to my rational self.
It is hard to put why I want to be a mother in words. It is something you can't describe, it is a feeling. It is an urge to take care of and love someone. It is an emptiness that nothing else seems to fill. I know that John and I are pretty cool people and would raise a pretty awesome kid. I want to be real on the blog, because it is for John and I really. We aren't trying to pretend we are people we are not. I have read so many adoption blogs where people detail their lives, but in a way that doesn't seem genuine. John and I are really genuine people, we allow for the good, the bad and the ugly.
I have no idea if I will sleep tonight, because tomorrow I am finally seeing my favorite singer live. Anyone who knows me knows that my love for Frank Turner's music is an obsession. It is an embarrassing, freakish obsession. Actually no, I am not ashamed, I fully support shameless obsessions with your favorite bands. I didn't even know there was a genre of music called folk punk until I heard him. I am totally sold! Tomorrow night you can find me nerdin' out the show fulfilling a dream of seeing him play. Then I get to see him again on the 18th in Asheville, NC. Best.Month.Ever.
I am trying to get John to write a bit about himself. Hopefully that will happen in the near future. Goodnight everyone (if there is an "everyone" reading this).
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