It Takes A Village

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Have you ever heard the phrase, "It takes a village to raise a child" ?

Can I just tell you - I love my village!

My family, my friends... there are so many right now that have gone above and beyond to help Justin and me with our adoption.
  • There was Amy, who took our pictures for our profile and wanted nothing in return.
  • There was Melissa, who went with me to Target to help us make sense of what we would need to buy when the call came.  She's also given me her most cherished recipes for our cookbook.

  • Then there's my mom, who's worked tirelessly night after night on putting in over 250 recipes for a cookbook to help raise funds for us.

  • There's my mom's coworkers and true friends, who, day after day, conjure up some new idea for a fundraiser.
  • There is my brother & his wife, who are expecting their own sweet little baby girl, but still show incredible support in the midst of the craziness of our adoption.  We cannot wait for our little babies to grow up together and be good friends!
There are so many others, so many more that have done something or lots of things to support and help.  Thank you.  Justin & I are so blessed to be surrounded by an incredible group of friends, no matter how close we are or not.  I am so grateful to be in this village.  This child will be ours, and he or she will also be partly so many others' in a way.  Because it takes a village... thank you!

Love,
Tara & Justin

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