I don't have many vices.

Really...

I don't smoke. I don't drink...

I am NO tattoo junkie...

I do however, Love Diet Coke...

From the sound of the can snapping open to the tiny bubbles burning my throat as I take the first swallow. I love the taste and smell. The dark brown color with pretty clear ice cubes floating in a tall glass full.

I heart the stuff!

My mom and I went to Sonic a couple days ago and I found myself wanting to order my usual route 44 DOUBLE the caffeine. All I could think about today at church was the luscious stuff. I figured that I would not set the best example to others around me as I slurped down my caffeinated beverage.

You see... Pinkie has us all walking in a zombie like state. The honeymoon period is over and middle of the night feedings are not as full of wonder. Oh I love her I do... I was just hoping that 3 hour between feeding periods would be here by now.

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Dear Pretty Girl Peck...
This post is for you...
While Marc-a-Roni and I were in Texas we ate at many many restaurants... Our favorite was "The Blue Goose Cantina"
We ate there twice.
It was yummy...

Sorry we missed your Special Day with Chris!

Love you tons and think of you often!

Not in a Sharing Mood.

I guess I have not been in a Sharing mood when it comes to our

baby girl Zion.

Have you ever rode on Space Mountain?

You know, the fast moving roller coaster in the DARK. The one that has dips and drops. Unexpected curves and curls. Then before you know it you are back where you once began. With a giggle or two to boot.

Today I will officially blog we are home.

We meaning... My Marc-a-Roni,

Our amazing dream girl, and I are home.

Together. Home...

We rode an emotion ride like no other we had ever imagined. Our journey with Zion's birth mom and dad has been amazing. One on true love and trust. Full of humility and gratitude. Together with our eye on the prize. 4 parents wanting the very best for one girl.

I think we have come to a nice place. A place where Zion will know of the love they have for her. A place where Zion will know how blessed she is. A place where healing can take place for her birth parents.

I have had many requests for more pictures please. Sometimes sharing is hard even when you are 36... But I KNOW she is mine...

and that sharing is Nice.

Zionsville, Indiana

I grew up in Zionsville, Indiana

where after the nightly news you would hear...

"It's 11 o'clock.

Do you know where

your children are?"

I may not know what my Jordie, Isaac, Ammon, and Noah

are doing right now...

I have high hopes they are nestled snug in there beds.

But, I doubt it...

Gramma and Grampa are there with a couple surprise cousins thrown in the toss.

I do however know what

Little Miss Glitter Pants Zion

is doing...

It is what she does every night at 11pm...

SHE IS WIDE AWAKE!

That's right... WIDE AWAKE!

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep...

Grandma Gloria says

"the sign of a healthy baby is when they sleep with their arms up"

This maybe true.

I don't know.

I DO know that THIS is Zion's favorite place to slumber.

Right next to her Daddy.

Daddy says...

"It's not so bad having another girl around the house to spoil!"

What do you do when you are waiting for your ICPC?

We head to Houston to our BFF's house!

The Craners Rock!

They let us come and hang with them all weekend.

We had fun with the kids...

but when the kids were safe in their beds for the night we were ROCKIN' out with Rock Band.

We sure miss you guys! We were so glad we could come spend the weekend with you!

My hearts desire.

In just a few short hours our sweet baby girl will be one week old.

I am humbled to the core to see the love our Heavenly Father has for Marc and I. Is it true that I will be given my hearts desire to be a mother of another girl? Oh I love my boys... I do.

But it is special to have a girl. And to think... HE has given me two.

This week has been filled with more emotion and stress then I have ever Marc and I have found a deep love and admiration

for Zion's birth mother and father.

We have mourned with those that mourned this week.

I worry that maybe my prayers have become redundant. They are constantly consuming my thoughts. I want so much to have Zion's birth parents hearts to be healed. I want so much for their burdens to become light. I want so much for them to find comfort in KNOWING that their choice was right. May Our Loving God give them this tender mercy.