and I think it's what is going to be the death of me! I bet some of you are saying, "Good grief! What's the big deal?". Yeah, I know. But I feel like it's the biggest deal ever. Ha I sound like an 8th grader talking about what to wear to school. The fact is, I'm nervous that if I don't make it look and sound good enough that we will never get picked by a birth mom.
Typing that and then reading it back makes me feel a little dumb...
I'm sitting here trying to write some amazingly worded novel and pick out the best pictures to "showcase" our family...getting mad at myself for not being a better photographer and writer. What is wrong with me? I just sat in this same room talking with my aunt not more than 4 hours ago about how God has it all under control and He amazes us with His miraculous plans, and now I'm stressing out over how my smile is crooked in a picture.
OK Amanda, just finish it, press the print button, and be done with it. Yup, that's what I need to do.
Is it what I'm GOING to do? Honestly, probably not.
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