O Portland

     O Portland, how I will miss you.    

Your color, your mundane,

your sleepy, your life,

your squares, your pegs,

your square pegs, your motley quilt

--do they not also abide in me?

Oh live strongly in me, Portland!

Run like a river through my soul and live as a lake in my heart.

Root yourself in the base of my skull and branch out into my vision and fingertips.

I remain under your spell.  Very truly yours.

More Love and Laughter in Oregon

     The girls have been getting along so well. 

And even better with R...

Kidlets Keeping House

    The local OPC pastor in this little part of Oregon asked if my best friend and I had already betrothed our 2 little ones.  They, in fact, entered our families around the same time.  I had called her the week before she gave birth not knowing that my adoption agency was already taking care of paper work to hand over my son to me when he was just 2 weeks old.  So the next time I called I told her that we were both not sleeping well at night because of the same reasons.  

     D & A both seem to understand that they are the same age--often playing together, irritating each other or loving each other these past 4 weeks. I am glad they have really bonded.  They even kept house the other day...