Saturday, July 27, 2013

The Birth Day of Roman

Three years ago, Herb and I were on vacation in Oak Island, NC, with his family.  I went into the vacation being completely down-trodden and sad, frustrated at the length of the wait for a baby.   Lauren, my bestie who lived in Hawaii at the time, was just days from her due date, so it was no surprise when she began labor, 6,000 miles away, while we were on vacation.

It was a long long ordeal and she kept me updated with a myriad of text messages. Every few hours I would give Herb's family an update on "my-best-friend-who-is-currently-in-labor!"  Celebratory tears of joy were shed when I heard of Roman Kaleo's arrival, and I couldn't stop looking at the picture she texted me!

My best friend was a MOM.

A few days later, over the phone she shared with me that during the most intense part delivery at one point she was completely overwhelmed with emotion thinking of how sad she was for me.  Thinking about what a privilege it was to be giving birth and yet mourning for her friend's sadness.  If that's not true empathy, I don't know what is.

On the day that Roman was born, yet hours before he actually made his appearance, I received yet another "situation letter" from our adoption agency.

It was the kind of situation letter to which Herb and I gave no second thoughts.  The kind of situation letter that we knew EVERY single waiting family would have responded to with a resounding, "Yes, PLEASE show this potential birth mother our profile."

We chuckled, thinking that because of all the other waiting families, there was no way this baby would be ours.  I sent a quick email to our social worker,

"We would love to be considered!"

and then quickly returned to waiting for baby Becker and celebrating with Lauren.

Looking back, I can't believe I never told this story.  I learned of Levi's existence the day that Roman was born.  When I think back, the tune, "This is the day that the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it..." pops into my head. Oh His stories are so good.  #hopefulfilled

Happy birthday, Roman!  I love you and love watching you and Levi grow and am so grateful to be able to do that in person now!

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Anniversary, Best Friend, Road Trip, Wedding - It Was A Big Weekend

Last weekend, Herb and I took a road trip.  It was the weekend after our seventh wedding anniversary, and we were excited to sneak away for a little bit of kid-free time.  Our road trip destinations included Fredericksburg, Virginia, and the Maryland Bay Area.

A few weeks ago, I heard the best quote ever,  "Best friend is a level, not a person."

Which perfectly describes (one of) my best friends, Lauren.  Forever we have talked about being besties, but then it feels a little award or deceiving, because for most of my life there's usually been more than one person to whom I give the title "Best Friend."  But this weekend we realized we have called each other best friend for 10 years now!  That's craziness!

I love how Urban Dictionary puts it: "...Two or more people who, through all the new friends, new hobbies, new jobs, rough times, are always there for each other, no matter how busy they are. A best friend is someone who can make you feel better no matter what..."  

Yup, that's Lauren.  I'm just super excited she's on the same coast (finally!)... although I'm still a little bummed we never made it to Hawaii during a time we could have taken advantage of a free place to stay. :)

That being said, I thought it was really important to be with my best friend on her 30th birthday, so Herb and left Levi in the care of his grandparents and huffed it down Rt 95 to see Lauren on Saturday.

Quite the chef, she treated us to homemade sushi (OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH so good).

Quite the thrifty gift giver, I treated her to cupcakes and a homemade little something to hang on her newly purchased walls.

It was a fast 24 hour trip, because after celebrating with the Becker family, we drove another 2 hours north east, to the wedding of Samantha and Aaron.  It was a beautiful traditional Jewish ceremony, where even Herb donned a yamaka.

We had a great time catching up with Christina, and meeting Aaron (the groom) and his political friends.  It was a mini Millersville Music Dept reunion.  When I showed Sam the picture below, she squealed and said, "Wait!  That's me?!  I look soooo good!"  It was adorable.

The food was delicious and the location was, hands down, the most gorgeous wedding I have ever attended.

Happy anniversary, Herbie.  I'm glad we  had a chance to spend alone time together, even if it was 10 hours in the car.  I love you!