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A couple of months ago, I hit a new low
{which is one of the reasons I finally headed back to the doctor after years of not going}.
Husby was at work for a 48-hr shift and I was home with my four little ones.
I had a migraine that was so bad…
that my oldest son {age 8} had to make ego waffles for his siblings for dinner
{so embarrassing to admit}….
I found myself running to the toilet to vomit…
I was sure that this was going to be it…
the time that my brain would finally cease and I would die of a brain aneurism or something
{however unrealistic that actually may be}.
My 6 year old, plagued with a look of helplessness and fear, came running…
asking if I was ok.
He took it upon himself to get me a hair tie.
Later that night, after the pain lessened to a point I could tolerate…
my oldest son took me to the prayer box in my bedroom…
with tears in his eyes, he showed me a handwritten letter on a small piece of paper….
a prayer to God,
asking Him to make his mommy feel better.
I was completely overwhelmed and brought to tears with the sheer sweetness of his heart….
that his initial instinct was to pray.
I was crushed,
at the same time…
thinking about the affects this would have on my children….
seeing their mommy so frequently sick with migraines.
This is an emotional month for me…
the month of March.
Sure a time of great celebration with my youngest two having birthdays
within two weeks of each other….
but also so hard emotionally.
For some reason, I have a difficult time with this whole…
getting older thing.
I just wish I could keep them little longer…
maybe even forever.
Close friends of mine would probably tell you that I’m addicted to having babies.
That’s a fact.
I love the whole process….
from preparing my body for pregnancy,
getting that first positive result,
carrying that precious bundle for nine months,
the birthing process,
and meeting my baby for the first time.
I love nursing
{yes… I’m one of those moms!},
I love the tender bonding moments in the middle of the night
when the house is quiet and everyone else is asleep,
I love carrying a baby on my hip,
and the sweet moments when you look in their eyes
and they instantly smile because all they wanted was a second of your attention.
I l o v e i t a l l ….
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Well this baby stage is
{unfortunately}
coming to an end for me.
I told Husby that he better get snipped because I knew I’d want baby #5 someday.
He decided to go through with the procedure when Mr. Finn was four months old.
I have regretted it ever since.
Perhaps not the route we should have taken…
but I wonder…
would I have ever felt done?
I don’t think so…
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So, here we are.
Today…
March 20th, 2013…
our littlest man’s 2nd birthday.
A day of celebration for his sweet life,
all the love he gives,
and all the joy he adds to everyone he meets….
but also a day to look back and remember…
with incredible warmth,
the memories created over the past two years.
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Born on a stormy evening on the first day of Spring…
this little man graced us with his presence
and we instantly fell deeply in love.
We haven’t experienced jealousy issues with the kids.
Although emotionally prepared to handle such issues should they arise…
they never did.
Our older three are just as enamored with him, as Husby and I are.
He is the most adorable little addition
with his dreamy brown eyes,
dimples and curls!
He is already a little clown around here…
striving to make everyone laugh by the things he does.
He is full of energy,
incredibly affectionate,
a little charmer to all he meets,
and a lover of all things big that move — trucks, tractors, trains and trash trucks!
Finner loves to throw absolutely everything
{Husby is hoping he will one day be a NY Yankee!},
loves to draw
{especially on himself and walls},
and play dress-up with his adoring sister…
wearing heels, a handbag and pink sparkly sunglasses!
He lights up with the mere mention of one of his siblings.
We feel so blessed that God entrusted us to love, nurture, and guide this little boy….
our “Mr. Amazing!”
There are no words to describe the immense love we all feel…
so instead,
some photos of the past two years…
First two days of his sweet little life… Ry, Seth & Soph couldn’t stop touching him! I was one tuckered out mama! No drugs again… and a very hard delivery {I’ll spare you the details}!
Before we get started on this trot down memory lane, can I just say that normally my motto is that “simple is best”…. well clearly, I had a really hard time narrowing down my photo choices! Bear with me! Sophia is my only girl… and she turns 5 tomorrow…. 5! I’m still in a state of disbelief that she could really be that old…. I realize it’s all relative, but I honestly still think of her as a baby… my baby girl.
