Good grief, Charlie Brown, it has been over a week since I drafted that incomplete lead off to a blog post that never occurred. The baby blanket is completed, and so is the baby: My Number One Niece gave birth to her daughter, Bailey Rose, on September 21, 2011. Time for me to pull in the ends, sew in the zipper, wash and block and prepare for shipping.
We have been beyond busy in our office, and all of us are walking around looking like the walking wounded. Our numbers are up, which is a sad commentary on human beings in general and parents in particular. I was finally reduced to tears, but because they were happy tears, I want to share that story with you.
Yesterday I was privileged to attend an adoption. The child is turning 18 on Sunday, but it was vitally important to him that this adoption take place while he was still legally a child. The new father, who is a friend, a colleague, and a coworker, happens to be gay. The child spent 5 years in our foster care system, and until a little less than a year ago, my friend would not have been able to adopt the child because of a retarded - and I use that word correctly - provision of Chapter 63, Florida Statutes.
I am so proud and happy at so many different levels that I am having difficulty expressing it. I am unable to go into the details of the work and worry that consumed a few of us as the eleventh hour approached, so I will thank all of you, and if you happen to read this, you know who you are.
I have not cooked anything worth blogging about in quite a while. On the other hand, I did finish knitting the
We have a lot of leftover Chinese food in the fridge - hey, we gotta eat, even when I don't cook - but I will have to spend some time in the kitchen tomorrow. Maybe lasagna, maybe fish, maybe beef stew. Inspiration, anyone?