How the chronology of a narrative must ultimately bow to the demands of actually living that narrative...

We set out almost three years ago to chronicle our sweet boy's journey. To tell his story with pictures and anecdotes for his wonderful birth parents and their families and friends as well as for all of our family and friends who have spread around the globe.

If you know us at all, you know Mark loves telling a good story. (In truth getting him to finish a story has been a challenge at times.) As we look back over the blog over the last few months, it is clear that we have not employed a consistently dedicated and timely updating of our adventures with Jack.

It is not from a lack of desire. So we recommit ourselves to sharing. Not just because it is fun to bear witness to his journey, but because he --and his 3 year old compatriots around the globe-- provide a respite from the travails and challenges we encounter daily.

I hope that each of you find time today to dance in circles and hoot and holler - just to let the world know that you are alive.

Seriously, if the earthworms can dance, why can't we?

Daddy's Dancin' on the Teeter Totter

More pics from our Day at the Railway Park in Birmingham. Aunt Cathy is on one end and Jack is on the other. What a great day. And Daddy's looking pretty good up there, isn't he!

Homewood Park at Thanksgiving...

I played in this very same park 40 years ago. They updated the facilities. Kids still seem very happy. It was a nice day to be a dad.