Faking?

December 18th, 2012 we adopted our foster sons.

Adoption Day!

 Up until that point,  Blake often called me his fake mom.  Interestingly,  he started calling his birth mom the fake mom as the adoption date got closer and closer.  I defended their birth mom,  she is not a fake mom; but neither am I.

On the other hand,  there are days I feel like the surrogate, as if I stepped into her place when the boys were only four and seven years old.  I'll be honest, there are days where I truly feel as if I'm faking it all.  I would like to think of my self as a very genuine person.  With that said,  in regards to parenting.....aren't we all faking some part of it at some point and time?  Pretending we know the right thing to do at every turn and tribulation.

There are times I wish our family were built simply,  normally.  My lesson in this journey is that families are built in so many different ways.

Here is where I will log the events of our crazy life in Alaska.    I only wish I started blogging our journey sooner.  These two faces have changed so much in the past three years!  

Torrance a close family friend, Jordan and Blake our sons, riding to the Kenai Peninsula for a fishing and house hunting expedition.