Sunday, April 17, 2011

{ Ours }

As every prayer prayed for us was so beautifully answered

Lucy Wren

Arrived ever so sweetly at home, on April 14th, at 6:40 am
8 lbs. 14 oz. + 21 inches long

The timing couldn't have been more precious as Jack + Annabelle woke up Thursday morning to her very first cries.

Annabelle is flying high, with a baby sister to hold, sing to and dote on. She climbed into bed with us this morning looking for Lucy with a sleepy: " Mom, we just adore her, don't we?!"

As you can see Jack is pretty tickled with her.
He calls her baby or just "whaaa.." for short.

Him with her.
Melts me hardcore.

She's really, really sweet and soft and she smells like heaven and at three days old we've hardly heard her cry. And when she does it's sounds more like a chirp.

We fight a little over who gets to hold her we soak up + drink in her newness and the pure miracle of love, of joy, of life. Of the gift that she is to us, straight from the heart of Jesus.

Monday, April 11, 2011

{ Date Due }

That day has come and gone. 

And little Lucy girl of mine, I just want you to know that I have been waking up every morning for the last three weeks, with my heart skipping a beat, wondering if this is the day we'll finally get to meet you...of course I would be lying if I said that by the end of the day I am not fighting off a little tug of disappointment or that I don't ache a little harder for you to be here
Is there any way to tempt you out of that quiet, safe and snug little cocoon that you have called home for the last 9 months? I get that life out here is loud and crazy and sometimes full of hurt. But it's every bit as beautiful and worth it as it is those other things. And baby girl, if you only knew how loved you are..If you only knew how many people are praying for and excited about you. Some day you will. 
Also, if only you knew that we are quite literally going insane beside ourselves in anticipation of you. While praying for patience, and attempting to give thanks and trust in the middle of the mess and the tears and hormones gone wild, even though I am doing such a bad job of it, that Jesus knows what's best for you and when and where and how.

Take a look at all the pretty things that have been made with so much love and so many,
just especially for you:  

 by her

 and her and her

 and her again

 and her.

Only one thing is missing from your sweet little corner and our very arms right now...
and we know all too well baby doll, just who that might be.

And just for the are worth the wait...times ten,  little one.