It is hard to know how to explain life lately around here. I feel like it has been awhile since we talked. Just like your days, my days have been a mixture of joy and sorrow, exhaustion and excitement. Days that are really hard and can’t come to an end quick enough and days I wish I could linger in a little longer. Like Friday, for instance. Seven years ago Friday, Joel and I were nervously waiting with Cora in a little room when our pediatrician walked in to give us the news that turned our world upside down. We had no idea….no idea….how our lives would forever be changed. Friday, I sat in that same office with Jake for his eighteen month well-child checkup. I was overwhelmed by the comparison of the gravity of that day in 2009 to the giggles that were coming from the healthy little boy I was carrying as we walked out of the office to continue on with our very normal day. As I was visiting with our pediatrician I mentioned to him that seven years ago we were in his office with Cora and how thankful I was to be sitting there at a well-child checkup instead. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and gave me and Jake the biggest hugs. First of all, we have the best pediatrician ever. He is so good at his job and has the kindest heart. It was such a gift to me, as we once again enter this season of hard anniversaries, to see in his eyes how much he cared about Cora and our family. God used him to extend comfort to us that very hard day seven years ago as he sent us off to the hospital with sweet Cora and he used him again on Friday to give me a big hug when I really needed one. Even seven years later, I sensed God’s nearness in the most unexpected ways.
So, Jake is eighteen months old. He still feels like the baby but then I see all these friends bringing home new little ones and I realize that he is pretty much a little boy now. I don’t know how that happened. He is the sweetest little cuddly thing and yet keeps me on my toes like never before.
We are working on raising our third little farmer. Jake loves playing cows. He always wants to sit in the middle of the pens and he just started making the most adorable “nom-nom” sound when he feeds them.
We are becoming very familiar with this adorable pouty face. He loves his brothers. So much. He thinks he can do anything they are doing. He is so determined to keep up which means lots of climbing on all the things…and lots of falling off all the things. Anytime I intervene, well, you can imagine his response!
Did I mention that we got a dog?! If you follow me on Instagram you probably saw that we got the boys a dog for Christmas. I guess we didn’t think chasing an eighteen month around was enough of a workout so we decided to throw a puppy into the mix too. Ha!
He is a chocolate lab and we waver back and forth between deep love and “why did we get a puppy?!” with this little guy. He really is a good puppy most of the time. Unless he is going potty in the mudroom, accidentally knocking Tiny over in excitement, or using those sharp puppy teeth to bite a hole in Levi’s winter coat (yes, he did)…but we won’t talk about that.
Baking with lots of helping hands.
And glorious days like this one. Days when we are all outside together and I have a moment to breathe in, look around and thank God for these most undeserved gifts…which right now mostly come in the shape of sweet, muddy little boys.