Here are the long-awaited photos from our Caribbean trip last May, when Isabel was six months old. Sorry for the long wait. Choosing a mere 90 photos from more than a thousand was no easy task. Here's the story....

Isabel turns ten months today, so I figured I'd catch up on photos. Here's the springtime story....

Whether we were snug safe at home or out exploring the big chilly city, Isabel made this year's winter especially warm. Here's the story....

Isabel learned to smile in January. She got lots of practice! Here's the story....

Isabel loved our Christmas Tree, which is sadly now being taken down. Luckily, she got an extra month or two out of it. Here's the story....

After some incredible bureaucratic bungling down in Florida, Isabel and I flew home just in time to see the first of six Vespers concerts by Paula and her Moravian Choir. Here's the story....

Still catching up on posting Isabel photos. Here's a new story....

I'm amazed now thinking I've been back from Florida three weeks. Amazed at both how long and how short it seems, which usually means some life's been lived, which couldn't be truer for me these last weeks. Someday I'll write about our trials down in Florida with adoption and bureaucrats. I'll write when I've had more reflection and walkaway time. It's an amazing story. I'll also write about little Isabel and I finally driving into Bethlehem during Moravian Vespers, which my wife conducts, and Isabel spending her first hour in town listening to Paula's choir and watching handmade Christmas candles...

Last monday, we brought Isabel home from the hospital. Today, we're spending Thanksgiving as a new family in our hotel room. Here's the story....

Isabel was born November 17th at 3:37pm ET in Palm Beach, Florida. Today the birthparent's signed their contracts, so she's officially ours to raise, with no repeats of last February. What can I say? We're thrilled! Click for the story....

Since my last post, I've opened my editor many times, wanting to write, but words just wouldn't arrive, though not for lack of subject matter. When life gets too real to merely chat about, I find it harder and harder to write. In September, on the Autumnal Equinox, Paula and I got a call about a woman from Florida who was pregnant. Two weeks later, we learned she'd picked us to raise her baby. We also learned of another woman who'd picked us, who was pregnant with twin girls. Our counselor gave us a rare and flabbergasting choice: twins or...