I’m pretty sure we captured her first heartbreak on video.
We did a gender reveal with the kids and Grace bit into her cupcake first.
“Aww” she said with a disappointed swing in her voice.
And we knew it was a boy.
We all laughed and chattered in bewilderment at yet another boy roommate. She had been giggling out of nervousness but when I looked over again she could no longer keep the corners of her mouth up. It fell, hard…and the tears welled up in her eyes.
She had wanted a baby sister so badly.
I turned off the camera and Jared pulled her into his arms. She began to sob and just couldn’t stop. He took her in the other room and a few minutes later I went in to check on them.
“You know what sweetheart” I whispered to her, “we all would have loved for this baby to be a girl. But you know what it means that it’s a boy? It means that you are our one and only. You are our special girl.”
And I’m telling you that I meant it with every fiber of my being.
Nature girl. With bows in her hair and painted nails she’ll make habitats for stuffed animals out of grass and mud and water.
Sometimes the energy is overwhelming and out of control…like bedtime. And often it’s plain hard and I feel like she’s lost in her head somewhere and my voice is drown out. But sometimes the energy is beautiful and infectious.
Head in the clouds.
xoxo my sweet, sweet girl.
Jared and I love a newborn cry, it’s so sweet. It’s like their screaming with all of their might but to us it’s muted as though you’re listening through glass. We talked about it before Luke was born, how we couldn’t wait to hear it.
Yeah, that didn’t happen. He came out with a set of fully developed lungs that was nothing like a newborn cry. He literally came screaming into this world…and he hasn’t stopped since.
I’ll be honest, he was the boy I was afraid to have. I had no clue what to do with an ‘all boy’ boy. Loud, temperamental, controversial, one head injury after another. I wanted no part of it.
But what I didn’t know is how a boy like that can be so loving. So funny. That I would feel such pride witnessing his determination.
That underneath the tough boy exterior he needs to be loved sweetly and snuggled often, just like any other 3 year old.
It’s intense sometimes. Then I think about his future and know that it’s not my job to change him into a peaceful, docile child that makes my life easier. Instead I need to guide him and show him how to use the gifts God blessed him with so that he will be courageous and bold all the while not afraid to show how loving he truly is.
We think we know what’s best for us. I swore I was going to have three girls because it suited me. But instead I have my one beauty with 2 boys and another on the way. 3 boys.
Well this one has taught me that my fears were unfounded. That love is not rigid. And that as a mother I can be transformed in the most incredible way by what I once feared.
I love you with all of my heart big boy.
When she stepped out of the car I about died of glee.
The shoes. Oh the shoes.
But they would have to wait, first she had to greet her groom…
and squeeze her soon to be stepson…
and let those shoes walk her down the aisle to marry her man.
Strike a few poses with the family (and maybe a photo bomb from the boys)
and finally…some alone time with her
shoes new husband…
A beautiful new family.
I can’t say it enough, I love a newborn session.
I especially love when little baby has an older sibling…like this cutie pie
The thing is, sometimes despite how much they love their new little brother or sister, it’s not always easy to share the spotlight. So I like to come in and shine the spotlight on them for just a short while.
Daddy came in for some one on one time
And finally it was time for little brother’s debut
Sleep tight sweet boy.