Sunday, February 14, 2010

Lots of Love for Our Little Miracle..

Dear Sweet Little Boy,
Before Mommy and Daddy fell in love...
We loved you.
Before you were born...
We loved you.
Before we were able to hold you in our arms...
We loved you.
And before we knew the first thing about being parents...
We loved you.
Sweet little boy we're so in love,
With every little thing you do.
Here are just a few of many-
reasons why we love you.
We love the way you let us squeeze you.
We love your curiosity.
We love the way you look like daddy,
And at the same time look like me.
We love the way you smile at whispers,
How singing calms you when you whine.
We love how sweet you've made our lives,
We love you - tiny Valentine.
So never doubt how you are special,
A precious gift sent from above,
We love you now,
We'll love you always,
God gave you to us,
And God IS Love.

~Mommy and Daddy~

Friday, February 12, 2010

Not to be left out...

...we have snow!
Seems as if everyone else now it's our turn. :)
It's getting late and the snow has made me sleepy. But I wanted to post a few pics of the snow we ordered for our California Cousins to enjoy during their visit.

Yes - we have that kind of power.
Snow in the South - everybody up North - take note.
Trying to stay warm. :)
Daddy it's cold out here!
Could they be any more handsome?
Everyone is always wanting to do here you go - This is for you!
A couple of snow bunnies.

And a tiny snow angel...
Everyone wants a picture with Jet. He's a guarantee the picture will turn out cute. :)
Stay warm everybody!

And watch out for this guy...

Thursday, February 11, 2010


I finally captured a couple of pictures of the infamous "first teeth"! These pearly whites have been hangin' around now for a month or so now but whenever I tried to see them or show them to anyone he promptly sticks his tongue out! Well, I finally got this picture...

Then a few days later....the cutest series of pictures ever! These make me smile every time I look at them....(little sigh)...I'm in big trouble. :)
Baby blue-eyes...I wonder how long till they turn brown...I've heard that can happen - and the centers around them are already golden.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


I've always been one to listen to lyrics. I like to know the words and if I can't understand them I look them up online (it makes me crazy not to know!). Knowing the lyrics empowers me - I can always know when the change the station if the words are negative or inappropriate before I am forced to hear them - I am obliged to correct my husband when he sings the wrong words (lol - although that can be quite funny to just let him make them up) but the most fulfilling is that I can find encouragement and messages for my own life in the lyrics of a song on the radio. The most recent of these was yesterday in the car when I heard a song for the first time - it's by Lee Ann Womak (yes I listen to country) and it's called "There Is a God". I will be the first to acknowledge that you never know with country if it's going to be sweet or sappy, charming or cheesy - but as I listened to the words I felt the familiar goosebumps come over me that inevitably accompany a compelling lyric and (embarrassingly enough to admit) the teary eyes (don't read into it - I do this all the time now). The melody was simple, the message was pure, and I felt happy listening to it - what more can you ask for in a song? So I bought it on i-tunes as soon as I got home (lol) and since I didn't have time to post yesterday - I thought I'd share this song as well as some new pics of the reason I cry at everything now - I've become THAT girl - I think back to watching my mother cry at movies, books, songs or just talking (seemed bizarre then, now strangely familiar) and her explaining the concept of "happy tears" which seemed totally ridiculous to me. But the flood-gates that were opened during pregnancy have yet to be closed, and I am now the one who's eyes well up with emotion at the drop of a hat,
...or the song on the radio
...or the picture of a miracle.

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