Home of the Brave

I am so proud of my family.  I look at my two little ones and I think about all they have been through and every good and bad thing they have experienced in their short lives.  Yet, every morning they get up, get dressed, trust us to care for them, feed them and love them.  They go into a school and they are brave enough to keep trying to speak the language, interact with kids their age and try all kinds of new things.  They do these things without fear and it is awe-inspiring.

By the same token, Leigh and I have  adopted two kids, moved, started new jobs and now have a little one days from making her entry and, although it's been tough, we've taken it in stride and somehow have managed to keep these kids happy, productive and adaptable. 

When I think about all these things I think about how there are very few people I know that would be courageous enough (or dumb enough?) to embark on this journey.  Maybe it was foolhardy, but I prefer to think of it as simply brave.  My home of the brave.