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I’m  amber. my grandpa nicknamed me “bumber”. I nicknamed my blog after that nickname.

some things i love = God. my husband. my little guy. my little princess. my family. making new friends. running. cooking. chocolate. green smoothies. sleep. instagram. peanut butter. and pizza.

some things i hate = laundry. cleaning. bad drivers {as long as we aren’t talking about me}. clutter {but i just keep creating it}. losing sleep. play-doh. gray hair.

I met my sweetheart, Nate, in 2001. I fell  head over heels in love with him.  We dated for a while before he finally got down on one knee and begged asked me to marry him in 2003. I obliged and four short months later we were doing the below. Making a run for it!

We spent the next few years figuring out how to live with each other and thinking the first few years of marriage was the hard part.
We bought a cute little house, worked hard at our jobs, and I felt like it was time to start a family.  It took a little longer to convince him of this fact.  But he’s a guy, and let’s face it, the trying is fun.
I tried to chill for the first few months, but when those months turned into a year, I kinda started to panic.  PANIC. PANIC.
I won’t bore you with all the rest of the details, but those months turned into years. Years where I felt very incredibly Alone. Heartbroken. Devastated.  If not for my amazing husband and Savior, I don’t think I would have survived.
When my emotions could no longer handle the infertility world, we slammed the door on that and I never looked back.  I was immediately ready to head towards adoption.
Adoption had always had a place in my heart.  We had “the talk” during our pre-marital counseling. The talk about how if we couldn’t reproduce, we of course would “just adopt”.  Sounds simple, right?
Nate needed a little more time before jumping head-first into the next thing.  It was wise.  We took the time to grieve those shattered dreams. Pregnancy and genes were not anywhere near as important to me as being a mommy.
And now I am a mom.  Click on Adoption Story up there to read that whole diatribe…
There are some days I wake up still in shock that I have become a mommy.
A mommy of the most amazing child I’ve ever laid on eyes.
Oh he has held my heart since the first time I touched his birth mommy’s belly.
And then when I held him in my arms the first time I could hardly stand it.

I am forever indebted to our child’s birth mom for choosing and then entrusting my husband and me to raise this little miracle.  It’s something that I don’t take for granted, EVER.
Becoming a mother has to be the most defining moment in one’s life.

Hearing the words “I love you, Mommy” is the second most defining moment in one’s life.
We are so blessed.  Every tear. trial. heartache. was W O R T H it.  We would do it all over again for him.
three and half years later, we opened our hearts again to a precious baby girl.  she was a bit of a surprise and what an amazing surprise.

as you can see, we are quite taken with this sweet baby girl. who wouldn’t be? you can see more of her amazing story at the little tab up there for adoption story #2.

Thank you for coming by and peeking into our little lives.  I write about open adoption, normal family life, kid stuff, running and any random stuff that comes to mind.