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Make something happen

Sometimes all we have to do is show up and shoot. This was a photo/video session and while we are going to keep the video private, I thought maybe we'd share this family's awesome idea. It's so fitting because these guys really do make things happen. 

 

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BLUE LILY | Lifestyle Photographer | Salt Lake City, Utah

Bank on it

Going to the bank has always been fun for the kids. Our bank, no matter where in the country, always hands out lollipops after my transaction and of course the kids love that. 

One day I needed to visit the bank and we were in a big hurry, so I told the kids I was going to go in by myself, and I left them in the truck with Tyler.  Inside the bank I overheard a man talking to the teller. He had in his hand a torn in half five dollar bill.

"Excuse me lady, but how much can you give me for this?" He handed her the bill. Immediately it was clear to me that he was homeless and doing anything he could to get his next meal. I braced myself for what could be a rude reply from the teller.

"Well, sir," replied the lady behind the glass, "This is...."  I could tell she was struggling with what to say. "It's not really worth anything, I'm so sorry. I need the whole bill."

"Oh!" he said, trying to sound upbeat. "That's ok, I figured as much."  

He quickly turned and shuffled out of the bank. Just as he got to the door, I saw another employee quickly come up to the man with a bill in his hand. He got the man's attention and offered the bill, tucked in his palm, as a handshake. They shook hands and the homeless man looked the other guy right in the eyes. "Thank you," he said lightly.  

Right then I realized I was just standing there like a gawking moron. I finished my transaction and then returned to the truck.  I couldn't see the man anywhere.  I retold this whole story to my family as Tyler reversed the truck and we went on our way. 

As we drove off, I heard a few little sniffles from the back seat. Isaac was fully crying and Isabelle had tears in her eyes. "Guys! What's the matter?" I asked.

Isabelle explained, "I'm just so happy that man got some money. He probably really needed to eat."

Isaac wiped away his tears and said, "Mom, why didn't you let me go in with you? I would have given him all my money. And I have a lot saved."

I realized then that I will never, ever reach the level of compassion my kids have. They have so much to teach me and I'm willing to learn.

 

From Houston, Texas.

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BLUE LILY | Lifestyle Photographer | Salt Lake City, Utah

4:27 am

Questions on my mind at 4:27 am:

1. How did it become 4:27 am so fast?

2. If I could live in any spanish speaking country, what would I choose?

3. What are some good tv shows I can watch on Netflix or Hulu?

4. Where are all the socks disappearing to?

5. How can we attach bikes to the car so we can take them on our adventures with us?

6. What is the best flavor of Naked juice?

7. Why are attics so cool yet simulaneously creepy?

8. If I climb into bed right now will Tyler be woken up?

9.  What's the scariest flick I can show my sister in law Eve so she can get maximum freaked out-edness?

10. Are we ready for the goPro this weekend? 

If you know any of the answers to the above questions, please answer below. I need help.

From the greenest spot in Houston, Texas. A genuine family.

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Birth stories

Recently through conversations while at sessions, we've realized that many people don't know our childrens' origins. I've tried to write  a post trillions of times that adequately tells the story of how the Whitacres began. It just never comes out right. I do want to tell it, but it seems so lengthy. I think I'll start short and if we want to expound later, so be it. 

And of course, if you want to ask questions about how we adopted our children or any other detail, just ask in the comments and we'll answer.

The story truly begins one night when Tyler and I were out on a walk. As we walked, we each expressed our desires to acquire a little dude or dudette.  We knew babies weren't going to be created by the two of us without expensive medical procedures. A comment was made by one of us, something so simple- "We can't do choice X, so why don't we do choice Y?" Suddenly we were pointed right in the direction of our path. We walked home with a lot of courage. Just the courage we needed to start our family.

We were going to adopt.

Isaac's story begins with a phone call. Imagine: "Hello, Whitacres! There's a baby boy here. He might be yours!" Yeah. That happened. "What does MIGHT mean?" We asked.  

What it meant was, we had to fight for him. We answered very hard emotional questions, we waited and waited and waited, we wondered and tortured ourselves wondering about who else was fighting for him. And soon, there we were, in a NICU, holding a 3.7 pound baby boy. 

And he was ours, so we brought him home. Just like that. Suddenly it all seemed so simple: you diaper, you feed, you fall in love. A family was born.

Isabelle's story begins with the internet. A birthmother across the country looking for a family who was (and I don't make this awesomeness up) "cool." Guess what? We are cool!  In a flurry of excitement we three Whitacres packed our bags and flew to New Jersey to meet Isabelle's birthmother.

So the first time we were in Isabelle's presence, she heard us through the womb. I wonder if she could hear the excitement in our voices? in a moment of pure bliss, we were able to feel her shifting around the womb. Isaac was able to sing to her, through the womb. Soon, she was born.

And she was ours, so we brought her home. And just like that, it was simple again. You touch, you sing, you fall in love. A family was complete.

There it is, our story, Cliffs Notes version. Of course you realize that large chunks are missing. But this story is simple, and in that is beauty. In fact, I think if i had written in all of the emotions, the waiting, the pain felt by birth families, the story would still feel simply beautiful.

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