Rosie turns "3"

In honour of Rosie's special day on the 19th, we took her to a nearby park for a stroll and a "portait".

It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon but very chilly at only 2 degrees Celsius. Nora's eyes were teary from the wind blowing in her face.

The picture below reminds me of how I forget that strangers view Scott and I as only having one child when we're out with just Nora. I've had a few situations of talking with people who ask more details out of curiosity about our obvious racial differences. There is always a look of surprise when it comes up that we have 4 older sons, which I can understand as I'm still sometimes shocked about it myself! What I'm finding interesting is how there is then a comment about how we are(I am..) good people, I'm guessing because we've adopted? I find it to be an uncomfortable line of thought, and so quickly try to dispel the belief that I am good because of this, as I know that I am NOT particularly good of my own accord. It's not about being a "good" person that compelled me to consider adoption. God led us down this path, with His giving me a desire to have a daughter as just one of the aspects of this journey. He knows how much we need Nora in our lives, and that she needs us as well. It's that simple. (And that's my only deep thought of the day...)

Nora finally flaked out in the stroller after fighting sleep for 30 minutes. I had to keep tilting the stroller up on it's back wheels to keep her supine, as she struggled to sit upright at all costs. I am sometimes determined to be just as stubborn as she is. I won this time... :)

The Golden Ears mountains were just as stunning as when we see them from our front door. We live in such a gorgeous part of the world, if only we remember to take the time to really see it.