For everything there is a season

Bliss.

Can life settle down again? Please? Pretty please? We've lived in a constant state of change and stress for 8 years now. Deployments, pregnancies, adoption, more adoption, more deployment, trauma, more trauma, move across country, even more trauma. ENOUGH! 

I can't wait to put my feet up on the beach. Feel the sand in my toes, the skin cancer producing rays beating down on me. I can't wait to watch most of my kids laugh and delight in days spent next to beautifully clear blue ocean water. I can't wait to ride my bike down Beach Rd., to the Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse and back everyday. I can't wait to come home to a fridge full of delicious homebrewed beer. I will pull the tap and fill a glass without the least bit of guilt.

For a while, I'm going to be living the life of the "spoiled, unconcerned American" that everyone I know seems to loathe. I. DON'T. CARE. We've got an opportunity that I will not take for granted. This is the time to put the past behind us. We get to nurture our family. What's the point of adopting and working to help heal children from trauma if we are too burnt out to be the calm, focused parent that they need?

I am working to create an environment of NO obligations. NO causes to care about. There is only one cause that matters right now, and that is serving these people that I call my children. These hands and feet are planted firmly at home. 


I will be the embodiment of apathy. I simply do not care. I'm not even registering to vote. I will not know what's going on in the world and may not even be able to point to my country on a map. I might shower daily, but I'm not committed to that yet.

Update: We have opted to put residential treatment off as long as possible. It will likely be a necessity in the future, but we are going to do what we can to avoid it. If you find us chopped to bits, then this decision was a mistake.