Where do i start? It's 4am and clearly I'm not in bed. this is not my journal but for some reason this morning it is. I did something I now class as stupid. I read my archives. In order. Which if you do, you'll see the winds of change kinda like me or i go with em, something.
I started off hours ago thinkin , "I'll write a post about my brother" he never gets enough credit and he is a rockin dude. i got sidetracked. story of me life.
i guess what i've never said this whole time is word,props, and thankyou to the adoption families.
i know when bubs is a number in months. i follow that to eventually a photo of a damn sad child. and then i read as you crazy cats become mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and i see those little faces get plumper and rosier and those little eyes get brighter and seriously guys, it makes my day. all that minutiae. i totally care.
My favourite is and always has been Ruby In Her Own Time by the fabulous Amyla. Simply because she's fab (Not to mention single and hilarious and just kinda like I like em) and Ruby's following suit.
Anyway i feed on your family photos and silly anecdotes. it makes me happy.
i know they're there. The kids. (Not yours, the other countless) i've been thinkin about them for years, til i was old enough, then Hague changed. But I'm still holdin out. It seems right. I like right. I like true. I like my chances. I just never said THANKYOU.
Thankyou for doing it, writing about it and being either brave, naive, proud, humble or kind enough to let me read about it.
Read mine when it happens ay.
Bless you.
Have a lovely day.
And
GREAT BIG LOVE.EE
xxxx
And for the re(d)cord dudes I saw
hundreds of ladybirds(bugs) yesterday. Think he's tellin me something?
Ah, sister, could this be a vague plea???? Uh HUH