Work in Progress,..aren't we all

Were in the third week of school, now it's time to get down to bussiness.

I usually like to wait to write after me and S.H. meet, but I am trying so hard to keep to my Monday goal.

I went to a campout this weekend, where I was able to speak with two very create people. One a Officer of the Peace who is an amazing artist. His drawing, draw you into his world. Sometimes his pictures are scarey, funny, but always, real.  He currently is involved in a court case and his creativity seems to be put on hold for a while. I hope to see his spark ignite soon.

The second is his brother, a Fed-Ex guy. His mind is ever thinking of all the stories that are ready to explode on the paper! He has such a passion for his characters. I love to listening to what he has brew for the next chapter.

Today,  I looked through the milk crate where I keep the stuff on adoption about all my children. In the crate I have kept all the journals I wrote in about the roller coaster ride I endured. The letters, pictures, and cards the birthmothers sent. It brought a smile and tears to my heart.

 My adventures in Adoption Land began in 1994 and has lasted over seventeen years now. I think I bare respounciblity to share my knowledge with the world, with those who want to know how to have a family when your body won't produce, or you have the feeling that you want/need to add a special someone to your family.

I am going to work on my article now, thanks for spending a few moments, reading what Ruby has going on in her head. I leave my smile with you.