We have two, or three, children, depending on when you entered our lives.
I usually say, we have two biological children and an adopted child, though we never legally adopted our third.
Let me explain.
Ben and I birthed (who are we kidding? I BIRTHED our two kids– a boy, then a girl) then, many years later we took-in a third boy (a few months older then our oldest child- a son, when they were both 17) and made him our own.
His name is Tyler.
He is the light of our collective lives ( and I do mean ‘Collective- the entire family accepted him as one of their own).
We I had never considered adoption because we I had never had to consider it. They came from us me – or they didn’t come at all.
It was just that easy.
“I think we should have a baby”.
“Another one seems right”.
I’ve joked that all Ben had to do was look at me and I was pregnant, which is my mothers’s premonition about ‘birthing hips’ come to roost.
Thanks Mom. I’ve always loved barn yard animals that made me spit nails. What a way to build a barn.
Anywho, Tyler came to us one summer after a horrific event in his life and no one (least I could see) that would come to his rescue.
“Kids? Are we onboard?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Okay then. Here we go”.
(And, some how, this post, is eventually supposed to lead back to our daughters apartment interior decoration.What am I writing here?)
So… all I can recall is that I love my kids, and they are my inspiration, and I love to partake of their E.N.V.I.R.O.M.E.N.T.
Which clumsily leads to these before and after pictures of Bryn’s Columbus, Ohio apartment.
Because, wether you came out of the garden hose, or not, I’ve got your back– or at least I’ll help you hang art.