Sometimes when it rains I think that God is crying.
It's something that started when I was a little girl.
Maybe someone told me so.
I'm not a little girl anymore, but some days, when it rains, I still think that God is crying.
And today I joined Him.
I cried for what is broken.
I cried for what isn't.
I cried because I can - because I didn't have to hide it from anybody.
Because I didn't have to tell anybody.
I cried for everything I need.
I cried for everything I never needed.
I cried because I have nothing to cry about - because there are still tears for crying.
Because I'm lonely and loved at the very same second.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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