Here I am, living life with these three fabulous girls.  We share most every moment of life together, and they are a joy.  They definitely are a tool God uses to refine me each and everyday, and I love it.

I throw all three into the bath to scrub down the day.

I go to get the waking baby girl in her crib, just to find that her sisters already did.

Little Daisy turned 1.  And she daintily ate most of a two tiered mini bright pink cake.  Loved it.

We enjoy each season together, and it is a joy to see all three enjoy the Pumpkin Patch together.

And yes, now God has granted us another baby, and Lord willing, we can share the bath with another wiggling, giggling, slippery baby.  Share the crib with another friend.  Share another birthday. Share life with another gift.  Due sometime in June, I am about 9 weeks:)  Sicker and more exhausted than ever, and remembering each day, that this is a great sign!

Please keep us in prayer.  God is still working on me and my anxiety when it comes to these first appointments.  It is hard for me to not look back to memories of Paul, and think that may happen again, or something like it.  And then, God gently whispers and reminds me that it too would be a gift to have another hard pregnancy or baby with abnormalities.  He graciously reminds me that I don't have babies for me and my comfort, convenience and happiness.  I am a servant, here to serve these people, these gifts God has given me.  And what a gift Paul was, and is.