Beneath the surface.

Becky MorquechoAdoption, Infertility, Waiting1 Comment

Bougainvilleas are my absolute favorite. There are oranges, purples and pinks but my favorite is that bright magenta. I love it so. On the way to the grocery store, on the way to the gym, on the way to Target, on the way to our favorite park, pretty much everywhere … Read More

If you’re feeling left out.

Becky MorquechoInfertility, Waiting4 Comments

It was a pity-party type of evening. A couple more baby announcements were coming in hot. I knew they were coming, eventually those sweet little thangs have to come out. But these announcements felt like the last couple of bricks being laid on the walls, closing in, suffocating me. The … Read More

The day my heart caught up.

Becky MorquechoAdoption, Infertility, Surrender21 Comments

October 1st, 2015. One year ago today. We were cruising north in our rental car, jamming to T-Swift (as always) and I turned down the music and turned to Jesse. If I would have had my FitBit on, I’d have proof of my skyrocketed heart rate. I couldn’t believe what … Read More

Sister, sister.

Becky MorquechoInfertility2 Comments

In early 2010 I met Kelly. Her freckly face and bursting laugh made me like her right away. We started hanging out, meeting up for walks where we’d sort of exercise, but mostly talk. The reasons for these walks are prioritized and executed accordingly. 1. Therapy 2. Exercise. If there … Read More

Captain (Long)Underpants.

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In preparation for our 5th anniversary trip to the Grand Canyon, we took an equally exciting trip to REI. It was practically a vow renewal, me telling Jesse he could get all the long underwear and camping pants he wanted. The boy was so, so happy. Which, in turn, made … Read More

Playing the victim.

Becky MorquechoInfertility2 Comments

All my life I’ve been a go-getter. Opportunity comes a knocking and I practically tackle that bad boy before it reaches the door. Or, I go out with my flashlight, into the darkness and wade through muddy, sludgy sort-of trails and tall grasses and sneak attack that sucker, grabbing at … Read More