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MAYA'S ADOPTION JOURNEY

WELCOME TO MY JOURNEY TO BRING MY DAUGHTER, MAYA GRACE HOME FROM GUATEMALA. DURING THIS JOURNEY I HAVE STUMBLED OVER MANY MOUNTAINS ONLY TO BUILD MY FAITH. THIS HAS BEEN ONE OF THE HARDEST JOURNEY'S OF MY LIFE AND IT HAS THE GREATEST PRIZE AT THE END. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THEM TO PLACE MY DAUGHTER IN MY ARMS FOREVER. MY DREAMS WILL THEN BE REALITY!!!

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Saturday, December 09, 2006

WHY? WHY? WHY?


THE QUESTION OF THE DAY "WHY DO THEY MAKE SO MANY CUTE BABY CLOTHES? I WENT TO THE MALL LAST NIGHT JUST TO LOOK AROUND. ALL DONE WITH MY SHOPPING. I JUST LIKE TO WATCH OTHERS. SOME PEOPLE ARE SO FUNNY SHOPPING. WELL, FOR SOME REASON I ALWAYS END UP IN THE BABY DEPARTMENT. I ALWAYS SAY "I AM JUST LOOKING". WELL, I CAME OUT THE MALL WITH 3 MORE OUTFITS, ONE PAIR OF SOCKS, AND A HAT. WHAT AM I DOING? I AM TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL. I AM JUST GETTING SO EXCITED TO KNOW THAT IN 11 DAYS I WILL BE PUTTING SOME OF THOSE CLOTHES ON MAYA.


QUOTE FOR THE DAY BY CHARLES DICKENS:
I WILL HONOR CHRISTMAS IN MY HEART, AND TRY TO KEEP IT ALL YEAR.

posted by Ginger--Maya's mommy @ 1:26 AM  

6 Comments:

  • At 1:46 AM, Blogger Calico Sky said…

    Sooooo true. And cute baby shoes, I love Robeez!
    But also, why can you never find the baby outfit you are looking for, as my latest post shows! lol

     

  • At 6:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    And the clothes buying gets worse when they are home!!! I have to stay clear of Babies R Us, or I could do some serious damage on a daily basis!!
    stephanie

     

  • At 8:15 AM, Blogger Alleen said…

    I hear you! I do the same thing. Go into the baby dept and say to myself that I'm only looking. Next thing you know, the credit card is whipped out and I have a bag in my hand. The only good thing is I don't buy for myself any more.

    I agree with Kate - Robeez(or similar ones) are the best!! I buy them on eBay. They're the only ones that don't fall off.

     

  • At 9:15 AM, Blogger JuJu - said…

    You can never have too many shoes, or jackets in my opinions!Accesories are a girl's life support system:)

    JUlia:):):):)

     

  • At 12:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    We all know --IT IS ALL ABOUT THE CLOTHES!!!!!!!--I am with you--I love any Childrens's Department!!!!!!!!!!

     

  • At 12:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Shop away girl, shop away!

     

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