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Our 4 + 1 story begins
The Gift of Waiting: an Update on Our Adoption
14 Hours (and more) Away From Our Little Girl
For Little E, While We Wait
Celebrating E
Thoughts and a Letter to E’s Birthmom
When the Excitement is Heavy
Meeting E
I month home with Everly
2 Months Home with Everly
3 Months Home and a Birthday Party
6 Months to a New Normal
Home and Not Home Yet
Belonging is For Everyone

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Hello there. My name is Tasha, and I’m a melancholy dreamer, wife to Matt, and mama to three little warriors: two wild boys and one little lady. I love french fries, world maps, coffee, spicy Korean soups, and Stabilo pens. As long as I can remember, I’ve lived and walked in places where cultures collide. I’m still learning how to wander these spaces of tension and wreckage, and as I do, I’m discovering unexpected beauty, connection, and courage.

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We hung origami cranes from our crabapple tree. We stood this bear with flowers in her hair at the windowsill, to smile at our neighbors. This is our tiny offering for today, and it feels much too small and impractical to do any good. But we do it anyway; we bring our little loaves and fish of hope. We answer Dostoevsky’s question with a yes: beauty will save the world, but not in the way anyone would ever expect.

My favorite tree is waving palm branches in her own way. 🌿 She weeps and she worships. #palmsunday #hosanna

We went for a walk today, and the boys found eleven four-leaf clovers. I’m not big on wishes, but this made our day.

It’s been twenty-one days since I left my neighborhood. Three weeks of the five of us 👩🏻🧔🏻👦🏻👦🏻👧🏻 here together, all day, every day. I’m weary. I’m not sure what to do with the weight of how the world weeps right now, except to remember that Jesus weeps with us. And pay close attention to all the trees and flowers. How are you doing? I really want to know.

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