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TimeHop to Now

In Life Reflections by Brooke Wright

I haven’t had as much time to write as I would like, because: Summer + three kids. (Can I get an amen?) Thanks to the TimeHop app on my phone (I’m addicted!) I am able to see what I was …

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Hours

In Life Reflections by Brooke Wright

Twenty-four hours in a day. 168 hours in a week. Approximately 8,766 in one year and if the average human lives 72 years (according to the Google) that means we each get right around 631,152 hours in our lifetime. How …

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Taking the Detour

In Adoption by Brooke Wright

You may wonder what happened after we put the suitcases down. I’ll get there, but first, a detour. When we were bumped from our flight en route to Cartagena, it was a serious case of deja vu. Two years earlier …

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Suitcases

In Adoption by Brooke Wright

We weren’t even supposed to be in an orphanage. In fact, two hours before I was holding that baby, I didn’t even know the place existed. It was the summer after we had adopted our second son, and I had begun …

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Can I Pick Her Up?

In Adoption by Brooke Wright

“Can I pick her up?” I asked through the translator. “Yes, of course,” replied the petite Spanish nun by my side, “but be warned, she will cry when you put her down.” She was so tiny. The size of a …

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The Photo

In 4LTR WORD: GIFT, Wright Pop by Brooke Wright

I opened my first gifts of the season tonight. Four beautifully wrapped gifts; none extravagant, but all special because each one was thoughtfully chosen and handed to me by a long-time friend. We’ve been friends for nearly 13 years. In …

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Less House. More Life.

In 4LTR WORD: HOME, Wright Pop by Brooke Wright

In February of this year we felt like God might be nudging us to sell our house. That might not sound like a big deal, or depending on your personality, it might sound like a VERY big deal. In our …

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A Wimp Taking a Risk on Adoption

In Adoption, Wright Pop by Brooke Wright

In one year we lost two babies. They both died in the womb early in their development. Many call it a miscarriage, like it was somehow “mishandled.” The doctor told me there was nothing wrong with me, but after facing …