blessed

What an amazing month. We have been so blessed. Our miracle baby Micah turned two years old March 30 and Emory completed her 3rd month of life. Who knew we would ever have more than one child? The infertility we experienced after Trinity was born seemed so frustrating and to think we have been blessed for a third time as well!

Our girls continue to bring us so much joy. Trinity is so grown up…asking questions at almost a minutely rate. She is so dramatic about her life and how wonderful or downtrodden it is depending on what emotion she feels at the moment. She has so much life in her. Her favorite things are dancing and practicing cartwheels, wrestling with her dad and talking to her new baby sister. She is so vivacious, artistic, and thoughtful. Any wrongdoing to animals brings her to tears including the thought that the mousetraps set by her dad might actually catch something. Her first grade coursework is slowly coming to a close, and we hope that the new teachers she gets for second grade will be a bit more entertaining. She is currently doing a homeschool on DVD program through a previously recorded satellite broadcast. It has been a wonderful option for our busy family. I can’t express how much I miss her on a daily basis. I am with her the majority of her waking hours, but her independence leaves me longing for the days when she was so tiny and needed me more. It is a hard stage for a mom…seeing the beginning of what you worked so hard to train up a child for—the beginning of her living her own life. Though age 7 is still a few months out, I see her growing and changing and desiring for her own way. I pray that she finds it safely and happily.

Micah is so cute. She makes me smile when she laughs. She makes me smile when she yells. She makes me smile…She is a miniature person. Micah copies everything her big sister does down to the sighs she makes when I tell her it is time to clean up the toys. There is no one like Micah. She loves Elmo and Cinderella. She loves to look at books and talk to the pictures as though they might answer back. Her love of life is amazing to watch. Though just a sweet two year old, she has no problem communicating what she wants, and if she doesn’t get it, she has no problem scolding you for minutes on end with gibberish that only Trinity can make out. Her favorite things are her blanky (which has to be torn away late at night in order to wash), her potty (which she stores wooden fruit in instead of using as it was meant), and money. She loves to collect any coin she can find and put it in random hiding places then come back and ask for “mo money, please.” She is the cutest when she stands in front of the pantry with the door open and one finger on her chin saying, “hmmm, let’s see.” My favorite time of day is when she is tired and still and will let me hold her and cuddle her and rock her. And even though she says, “no like naptime,” she secretly does.

Emory is beautiful. The only girl with blue eyes that might just stay blue. They are crystal like Matt’s..amazing…with the longest eyelashes I have ever seen on a human being. She loves to smile. She looks at me with the most incredible gaze, and I become lost…ready to sit for hours staring back at her. She says so much with her eyes. Like, “thank you for loving me.” “thank you for holding me.” “you are my sweet mommy.” “I will always be your little baby.” “I love it when you snuggle me close.” She LOVES to be held. She can go from a frightful gurgly scream to completely serene within seconds of being picked up. She is the tiniest one…the most helpless, but sometimes I feel that she is the strongest of the three. She has a strong character at her young age. She has endured so much in her short life. I know she will be a great leader someday. Maybe sooner than later. I am convinced she sees my mother. Sometimes when I feel my mom close by, I see Emory staring just above my shoulder, and then she will smile. I know my mother is with me, and I truly feel that it is she who tickles Emory’s chin to make her smile.

And Matt…he quite possible brings me the most joy. He constantly strives to give us a better life…to spend every ounce of time he can with the girls. He is the BEST father. No one can compare. I can’t imagine my life without him. I married him for so many reasons, but number one on my list was that he made me laugh. Sometimes he says, “I didn’t make you laugh today. Do you still love me?” My answer is yes…a thousand times over. The laughter he brings me one day is sufficient to sustain me for years. He is the most amazing gift in my life.

Thank you God for my life. My children. My husband. Forever I will be grateful.