Shouldn't there been some sort of a support group for sewing junkies?
Hello. My name is Valerie. And I love making Olive dolls.
And all of the other weirdos like me would nod their heads in support, and say, "Hi, Valerie".
Here's our latest cutie. I can't tell you how excited I was to churn this gal out, especially since she would be going to a very special baby girl.
As most of you know, my son is from Guatemala. It seemed like the longest journey to bringing him home, especially since our adoption process hit some nasty snags, and there were so many points throughout that we wondered if he would ever truly be ours. As difficult as our journey was, it was nothing compared to my friend, Stacy's journey. Not even close.
In the adoption process you find a lot of your support comes from people you've never seen or never met and may never meet in person -- people from the Internet also going through the process. Stacy was one of the gals I "met" over the web, and it just so happened that we would be down in Guatemala at the same time. She was in process to adopt an older child, a beautiful little girl. And she was doing it all by herself, as a single mom-to-be. Talk about strong.
That was back in 2006, when we first met. My son came home with us that spring, but Stacy never got to bring her daughter home. She fought that battle bravely for the next few years. That's the part of international adoption that I loathe -- the greed and the corruption that can creep in.
Fast-forward to now, 2009, four years since she started her first adoption process -- and Stacy got word that she gets to travel very soon to pick up her gorgeous baby girl from Ethiopia. (And I do mean GORGEOUS.) I couldn't be happier for her!