I Remember When

Ann Dee Ellis is an author  who also started a memoir writing group and encourages writers to write. She gives prompts 3 days a week and then we write for eight minutes. Please feel free to join in!

Here’s my eight minute attempt today: 

I remember when my husband and I met my two sons, Seth and Noah, in July of 2005. Seth was an adorable four-year-old with a huge smile, and Noah was twenty two-months yet he looked like he a one-year-old.

They were living in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area with foster parents. I remember the day my case worker called me and informed Jim and I that we were chosen by the county case worker to raise these boys after they viewed our home study (think lots of paperwork and interviews with case workers about your life history).

We met them on a Saturday morning at their foster family’s home along with their caseworker, Sarah. Jim and I instantly fell in love with them and felt an instant bond, like they were our boys and they had always lived with us. I felt a maternal love where I wanted to protect them and even apologized for some of their bad, bad behavior, as if this couple were watching our children. Actually, in essence they were watching them for us since we took them in and eventually adopted them.

My heart was filled with love and hope of finally starting our family with the love of my life.




I have experienced numerous changes in the last ten years. Changes such as infertility, adoption, and unemployment to name a few.

Now I am ready to begin making deals in my new real estate investment business. In my mind it seemed I’d be a bit older when I began writing my life story. However, with my memory problems, and the fact that I haven’t recorded my life events in my journal, now is the best time to begin.

I want to publish my memoir someday because I’ve experienced immense joy and have overcome many obstacles that I want my children and grandchildren to read someday.

The Book of Mormon

A Spirited Girl

Recently when I read the Anne of Green Gables classic, Anne’s character reminded me of how children without a home or family to call their own during their young life respond to a new environment.   My heart broke with Anne when she realized that Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert requested a boy to help out with their  farm and were angry when she showed up at the train station instead. Their hearts softened at her curiosity and zest for life. At times she should have been more respectful to the people that hurt her, yet I loved how she stuck up for herself rather than meekly accepting their opinions.  Anne excelled with her school work and even won a scholarship for college.

It is amazing how we can shape a young person’s life by giving them an opportunity to feel loved. The progress that my two sons have made in the last five years warms my heart to know that I could make a difference just by giving them a chance.