The Tchoupitoulas has been gone for a year.
We still miss him.
I think I’m going to miss him forever!
We find ourselves talking about him frequently.
He was put to sleep on Friday, July 17, 2009.
A close friend of mine is Buddhist.
She believes that The Tchoupitoulas had to go in order for a baby to come into our lives.
Ironically,
on Saturday,
July 17, 2010.
Shug & I were in New Orleans with plans to meet a birth mother about adopting her baby.
The meeting never took place,
but the lines of communication were opened up again on Sunday.
So there is still hope that we can proceed with our plans to adopt.
A seven month old beautiful baby girl.
Somehow,
someway,
throughout this process,
we’ve been excitedly calm.
So keep the prayers,
chants,
and pleas coming our way.
Because,
today is a new day!