Here they are, the February 11th babies....
And now, I have some breaking news to share......I have a teenager!!!
**someone get the smelling sauce! She's going down!**
Yes, indeed, our Matt is 13. How does one celebrate their 13th birthday, you may ask? Well for our young pilot, it looks like this....
Nothing could be sweeter than turning 13 in the clouds!
I don't know where God will lead him, but judging by the passion He has given our son, it will have something to do with planes.
You can never fully know the love that is in my heart. When Daddy and I walked out of the hospital with you, we kept saying, "I can't believe they're going to let us take him home! I can't believe we're leaving here with this baby!!" We took 35 minutes buckling your car seat into the car, making sure that everything was secure. Daddy drove 7 mph out of the hospital parking lot. It was only a 5 minute trip, but I sat in the back with you, just in case you cried. When we got home, we carried you up to your new nursery and laid you into the crib that we had meticulously made. Every onesie, pajamas, and blankie were washed with Dreft, folded and waiting in your drawers. As a young mother, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know the first thing about raising a boy. I didn't know how to pull your tiny baby arm through your shirt without thinking it was going to break. I cried when you cried. Nothing made me happier than hearing a great big burp come out of your tiny body. (some things have changed) Many nights, Daddy and I stood over your little crib, staring in awe and repeating, "I can't believe he's ours." Sometimes, we still do that. Matt, you are even more wonderful and special to us than the day we brought you home! We still can't believe God gave you to us. We love you!!!
Annie is 6. I can't handle the fact that she now has to use both hands to show me her age.
I can't stand it that each morning she wakes up, she looks an inch taller.
SEE? Look at her!! Look at her!!! She looks longer, doesn't she?
That's it, Annie! Not one more inch! Ya hear me? I don't want you growing another inch!
Don't laugh at me. I mean it!
No wonder God surprised us with you....He knew we needed another little girl to keep this house sweet. When we brought you home from the hospital, the picture was a little bit different than it was with Matt. You were immediately swarmed with little people wanting to hold you. We all took turns passing you around. I don't think your feet ever touched the ground the first year of your life. Every single toy was brought to you upon the tiniest wimper. Every morning, there were fights over who was going to get you out of your crib. 6 years later, you are still swarmed with people who want to be close to you. You know why? You are loved! You are loved IMMENSELY! After Matt was born, I never understood how a mommy could love another baby, let alone five! And then, I found out that you grow another heart each time you have a baby! Annie, I love your giggles. I love your sparkly eyes. I love the way you talk. I love it when you say something funny, even though you don't mean to. I love the way you immediately crawl into my lap after supper each night because you're starting to get tired. I love the pictures you draw of our house, always with flowers and rainbows. You are a treasure from God! We love you!!!
Thank you, Lord! I love surprises.