At least that’s what people say. For me, home is where my family is. Wherever they are in the world, that is my home. I have been remiss in not mentioning my adoptive family. When I moved to WA from the East Coast nearly ten years ago it was a struggle. Sure we had my husband’s parents but it was lonely. I come from a really large family and I was not used to being without them. 3,000 miles is a long long way away and I had two small children. I missed my Mom A LOT.

Over the years, I met a lot of people and made some friends. Some of those friends I have adopted. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, just go with it. I have new sisters, brothers, nephews, and nieces. While they could never replace my family (nor would I want them to) they filled a void where my family was suppose to be and I love them like they are. I adopted them. Tana, Angie, Jennifer, Elizabeth and more. Really, there are too many to count. My Sole Sisters (because we were kind of sort of runners – well I WAS and they still are but I digress …) A neighbor (who is awesome) said she was reading my blog and she noticed I didn’t mention my “sister” Tana. I didn’t? How did that happen? Tana and I have been so tight that sometimes the boundary lines of every day living have been blurred. My husband even refers to her as my boy’s other’s Mommy. She might as well be. She’d take care of them just as well and always looks out for them. I am more lucky that I could ever imagine in finding the people who have become my family here in Washington. I love you guys!

I can not even believe these kids were ever THIS tiny!