Coming Full Circle to My Very First Post

When someone starts reading my blog, I assume you found your way here from somewhere else and start reading from the point at which you discovered this page. If you read one of the posts from last week about embryo adoption, you might have seen Auntie Em's reply and related post on her own blog about donating her embryos:

http://ccrmtwins.wordpress.com/2012/03/18/a-surreal-problem-to-have/

Em is one of the most amazing people I know. I am honored to have met her IRL and she continues to be an inspiration to me. She loves her daughters to the end of the earth and finds joy in the tiniest of pleasures. Thinking of her makes me smile.

Em's post got me to thinking that even though we all have dreams, visions and expectations of our future children, we never know what life will bring us.

Nothing is a better example of this than the blog, written by Kelle Hampton, that I referenced in my very first post on this blog.

If you are brave enough to risk reading a story that may change your life and leave you with tears streaming down your face, I encourage you to read Kelle's very first post - The birth story of Nella Cordelia:

http://www.kellehampton.com/p/nellas-birth-story.html

I have never read anything more raw or honest.

To me, Kelle's writing style is similar to what I experience when I am at a museum across the world gazing at a masterpiece I've long admired only in books. I will look at it closely to appreciate each detail and brush stroke, step back to take in the full view, try to picture the artist gazing at his subject and mixing his paints over-and-over again to obtain the exact hue to capture a moment in time.

When I read Kelle's blog entries, it's as if I can envision her sitting in front of a huge basket, picking out word after word and throwing back the one's that don't precisely capture her thoughts. It's how I aspire to write.

What makes her blog even more spectacular are the moments she captures with her camera. A father lifting his son against a periwinkle sky dotted with cotton-like clouds; a closeup of tiny fingers ending in pink-painted nails curled around the pinkie of a wrinkled hand; a little girl dancing in the rain oblivious to anything else, one of her daughters showing sheer bliss bare-footed in a dress with her arms stretched overhead and a smile on her face so large that her eyes are fully closed.

Thank you, Em, for reminding me about Kelle's blog. I am going to try to remember to check it more often as a reminder of how beautiful life can be when we open our hearts to the unexpected.

On an unrelated note, F has been chewing his bottles lately, so I decided to try giving him some rice cereal. Even though this picture doesn't capture the moment, he likes it...he really likes it!