Cambria Leann

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Siblings.


Left to right, front to back. (youngest to oldest even!)
Row 1- Me, Katelyn
Row 2- Andy, Kristi, Ryan
Row 3- Daryl

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Story.


My story is not unheard.
My story is not forgotten.
My story isn't sad.
My story is well amazing.
My story is not quiet it is loud for all to hear.
Adoption is not sad, for it's the fear of it that is sad.
Birth mother's don't give up their children, they place them where they belong.
Birth mother's don't search for the easy way out, for it is of the heart that they are truly able to conquer many won't even dare.
They watch their hearts be torn, watch the emotions that tear them apart, only for the benefit of their child.
Adoption does not tear a family apart, it helps create one.
It's about making a wrong thing right, and in desperation to find the best possible life for their child birth mothers, and birth fathers, find it through adoption.
I could not ever imagine holding my child back for my benefit.
I love Lily with all my heart, and only through that was I able to make the hardest decision I have ever had to make.
Only through that was Lily given the chance to succeed without me holding her back.
Only through this will she know I loved her more than anything. I loved her more than I could ever dare try to explain.
(picture circa July 2008, 5 months)

Valentine's Day Competition

After frantically changing chunks of our routine to compete in level 3, we were showed that is was all worth it. The extra long practice, and the stress that drove us insane. We walked off that floor not only giving the best performance we had given this season, but having a feeling of accomplishment. Our coaches were proud, and we were proud! Getting 1st that day and receiving Grand Champions just added to the happiness. I am proud of my team to say that we really stepped it up.
Go VCD Senior Level 3! (for now at least, level 4.2 don't think we had disowned you yet..)

Monday, February 16, 2009

A year of change.


Last week marked the year of a beginning.
A creation of life.
Looking back over last year, I have seen much change.
Not just in myself, but in others.
I am grateful for the out come.
For Lily, Trevor, Brianne, Brennan, Bella, Claire.
For my family, and for those amazing friends.
I am grateful for this experience.
I am grateful for my life.
The life I have to live.
There is so much I want to do,
and I am ready to begin to make steps to get there.

Happy 3 months Lily.

Valentines Day.


For many years I believed I need a guy to hold my hand, to make me feel complete.
To make me feel special.
To make me feel loved.
In many reasons I was wrong.
This Valentines day my heart belonged to me.

At Westwood they have the traditional "love week"
And girls get hearts to wear around their necks,
the first boy you talk to gets to wear your heart proudly around their neck the rest of the day.
This year, I wore my heart.
I deserved to wear it, I earned it.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Norma.

http://www.fausetphotography.blogspot.com/
What an amazing woman.
An lovely couple.
And a gorgeous baby.
(There is one post plus one below a few)
Beautiful pictures.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Cami

Pushy.
Scared.
Optomistic.
Cheerful.
Loving.
Smiley.
Faithful.
Complicated.
Clingy.
Hopeful.
Strong.
Emotional.
Hurting.
Tease.
Caring.
Friendly.
Cami.

Home?




This is what I will be calling home in just a few short months.
Scary thoughts.
Now it is becoming more real.
My life is about to change in numerous ways.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Coming to Terms.

Many have asked lately how I feel about everything going on.
And if I said I was perfectly fine with everything, I would be lying.
But the more it is said, and I think about it I am more ok with it all.
It all takes time.
I can't tell you what will happen next, where I will be next year, or even next month.
I just want come to terms with everything, no matter what little thing it may be.
Things occur for many reasons.
Sometimes I just wish I could find the reasons earlier.