Friday, September 12, 2014

Love never ends.

Three years ago today we were waking up in Moscow, Russia.

We were there to meet our daughter.

A daughter we had grown to love after almost a year of  just trying to make it to her.

We were so nervous, driving the hour or so just to get to her babyhouse.  I remember squeezing Steve's hand, and smiling through tears, happy tears, as we parked in front of this looming brick building in front of us.

Inside was a treasure, hidden away, but a treasure nonetheless.

September 12th, 2011.  She had our hearts from the minute they brought her in.

We love you, Paisley girl.

That is never going to change.

Almost three years home.  Sometimes love does win.

  Love is patient, love is kind.                       

 Love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. 

It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

 Love never ends

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not
so much seek to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Love, pardon, faith, hope, light, and joy.

What precious gifts Jesus gives to each of us.
But we can't keep them all to ourselves.
He has instructed each of us.
Go out into the world, share these gifts, show the world His love...

Find some peace today, friend...share it with the world, let it spread like wildfire. Pour it out over your family, your friends, the people you see at Target.

For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Love y'all.  

Happy Easter.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Be it ever so humble...

There is no place like home.

Evan and Steve arrived home on Saturday, February 16th.

The boys, Paisley, and I waited ever so patiently (as if) for their plane to arrive in Houston.

Do Not Be Fooled

These smiling faces were not this good while we waited,

and waited,

 and waited...

Okay, Paisley was this good while we waited, but by the end of it even she was showing a bit of attitude.  What is it with immigration taking FOREVER to let my girl into this here country.  Dang!!

But then this happened...

And everything pretty much became a blur from the tears that wouldn't stop.

Then all these little moments added up to one great big moment when Evan said, "This is my family."

Her crazy, can't understand a word they are saying, but I think I like them anyway, family.

And that is just what we have become these last few weeks... 

A family.

We laugh, we cry, we watch as relationships are born in tiny moments when life is just happening all around us.

This is what becoming friends with your sister looks like.

We have eaten cheeseburgers, went to the movies, studied English, played with our new sister, and even had our first day of school in America.  We've been pretty busy.  :)

And we couldn't have done any of it without you.

You helped make this happen,

this life,

this smile,

this girl and her new family.

You don't look at me and say it was nothing.

Because it is something, something that is so absolutely amazing.

Thank you, sweet friends.

Just thank you.

All of you toffee eating, tshirt buying, crazy wonderful friends.  You rock my world.  And I know for sure you have rocked Evan's world.

Oh and one other little person wants to thank you too.

You know helped her cross an ocean a few years ago.

So from Paisley and all of the Tam crew...

We love you all more than pie (and toffee!!!))


Thursday, February 13, 2014

Five wishes

Five years ago today a little girl was born.

10 pink fingers

10 pink toes

A wisp of blonde hair

And rosebud lips.

Her mother was an engineer,

Her father was a driver.

She had a big sister who I am sure was curious about this new baby because, well, big sister's usually are.

She was born in a small town right outside of Moscow.

That is where her life began.

But God had plans for this girl.

Plans to give her hope and a future.

She didn't get to go home with her first family, but she got to come home to ours.

Her first mom gave her life.

We are giving her wings.

Happy 5th Birthday, my Paisley girl.

I want to know you for your whole life.

I don't want to miss a minute of you.

Friday, February 7, 2014


Girl, born July 1999

Caroline VERY MUCH wants to be adopted.
She dreams  of  having a family every day. 
Her younger brother was adopted by Italians and they separated them. 
But she does not lose hope that one  day a family will come to adopt her and love her as a daughter.
This is her only wish today.

Today her wish came true.

Happy Gotcha Day, Evan Alexandra.

We love you more than words can say.

 Evan and her dad.  Love crossed an ocean to bring her home.

How many girls have a dad that brings them flowers on the first day of their new life?

These two are amazing together.  Sasha worked miracles to free this girl from hell.  We will never be able to repay her for the love she has shown to our girl.

Little did we know, our daughter lived in another orphanage before being transferred to Nikolaev.  Her first home... break my heart.

Thank you, sweet friends, for loving us, for loving her.

One less orphan in the world tonight.
It's 10 pm in Nikolaev, Ukraine and Evan is right where she is supposed to be for the first time in her life... with her dad, safe and sound..


We love you.

So very much.


WE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Sunday, February 2, 2014

When I'm 64....

I am the youngest of 4 children.

And I was a surprise. 

Like a 10 years later surprise.

For the most part, my childhood was a happy childhood.  Outdoors, riding bikes with the neighborhood kids, climbing mimosa trees, catching bees in a mason jar. My memories are sweet, most of them anyway.
My mother told me a story when I was very little, too little to be told such a story, too little to understand.

She told me that my Dad was sad when I was born.

She said he looked down as he was holding me and said, "I'll never get to see her grow up."

Funny how hurtful things stick in your mind more than happy ones.  How, as a little girl, I interpreted his words as a lack of love.  All I remembered from the story was that he was sad when I was born.

He lived his whole life as an expression of love for his kids.  Library trips, fishing expeditions, picking flowers for us before we left grandma's house, pulling us out of the hay barn when it was time to leave... Heck, chasing the rooster off that chased me all around the chicken yard, pecking away on my head when I was too little to fight him myself.

But the words, he was sad when you were born, were stuck in my brain.

My dad.  If he knew this was my memory he'd be aggravated as all get out.

It wasn't until a few years ago that I really understood what he meant when he said those words.

When you are past forty and stuffing stockings on Christmas Eve night.  When you have to try REALLY hard not to fall asleep so the Tooth Fairy can work her magic at your house.

When you look down at this face and say, I want to know you your WHOLE life. I don't want to miss a minute of it.

It's then that you get it.

You really get it.

Those words that he spoke were never spoken out of a lack of love.

But out of an immense love.

A love so big that maybe it scared him a little bit.

And maybe, just maybe, when he looked down at me he thought, I want to know you for your whole life. 

I get it now, Dad.

I hope I made you proud.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Orphan No More

It is with great pleasure and many, many happy tears that I introduce you to our daughter.

Evan Alexandra Tam


She's ours!!

Shout it to the world,
Let the news be known,
Evan Alexandra is coming HOME!!

Steve and I leave tonight for Kiev.
We will fly back to America and return soon.
She can not leave her country until her TB testing is done (thanks CDC) but once we have the go ahead, she will home with us.

Love you all so much.

We did it.

God did it!!

Orphan no more!!