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Chapter 10
Pam decided to have us meet Cassandra, her daughter, first. Patti, Pam’s sister, would be bringing her up for the day. I have to admit, I was very nervous. It was the first time that we were meeting Patti too.…
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Chapter 9
As we saw things progressing, Paul and I realized we had to further process a name. As we did with each one of our children, we contemplated long and hard about this decision and coming up with just the right…
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Chapter 8
Whatever would come of it, we all decided to jump in with both feet. Pam called me again to start coordinating efforts for doctor visits. She wanted me to come along, and she needed a ride. Pam was staying in…
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Chapter 7
I chose to meet with another family just to make sure I was making the right choice. They were a great couple but I didn’t experience the connection I immediately felt with Paul and Renee. It was two weeks before…
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Chapter 6
We were thirty minutes early. Mimi’s Cafe was across town and we wanted to give ourselves enough time to get there. I had thirty minutes to scrutinize everything I had already done. The basket looked pretty, the ribboned-bow a little…
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Chapter 5
Ring, ring. Just as quickly as that, it happened. The moment my throat drops to my feet, and I think, if only for a moment, that this could be the call. It is the moment I dream of, and the…
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Chapter 4
Spirits were high as I began the production of our “Family Book.” Back to the grind: collection of cute pictures – check! Consider audience – check, check! And the all-too-important selection of appealing stationary — check, check, check! I…
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Chapter 3
I remember the tears as they came and fell, at night, or with my head turned away. I remember the kind doctor who insisted on a DNC; he must have understood my pain. I remember waiting, counting the days until…
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Chapter 2
“Well they’re just selfish!” The statement bounced off of my eardrums, convicting me at least twenty times a day. I love Juno, but not at times such as these. When we thought about adopting our fourth child, people felt free…
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Chapter 1
She just started Kindergarten, my little girl with bouncy brown curls skipped away with not a glance back. Confidence. That is what I like to call it. A self assurance that comes from the four short years of trial and…