Summer's Last Hurrah
Do you know how sweet it was for me to read all the kind, wonderful and loving comments from my last post? Your words mean more to me than you know, my heart was filled up with such joy in reading your happy responses to our exciting news. Thanks to each of you for taking the time to send us your love. I could just SQUEEEeeeze you all! :0)
This past week has been a welcome respite before launching into the busyness of Fall. We flew up to Oregon and spent a lovely week visiting with family, soaking in the quiet, peaceful pace of Oregon, and talking, planning and laughing. The kids got to play with their cousins (thanks, B!), run around on the farm (thanks Uncle T & Aunt M), and I got to take a plethora of pictures and hone my photography skills!
This pic is from the grape arbor at Uncle T's farm. Don't these grapes look delicious?
Of course, the main topic of conversation was the twins. Now every morning feels like Christmas morning. I open my eyes and I feel this shiver of joy run up my spine as I remember: TWINS!
The Mateo will look at me and wink as he raises five fingers, wiggling them in front of my face indicating our five children. And then he'll just say it: TWINS!
It took us a couple of days to stop bursting into laughter every time he said it. TWINS! What an amazing miracle! I fell asleep the first night just saying over and over: thank You, Lord, thank You.
And then, let's be honest. At the end of the next day I burst into tears. Yep. Why? I don't know...maybe because TWINS?!?
Seems like at the end of each day now, I shed a few tears. Tired tears. Overwhelmed tears. And then The Mateo says: just go to sleep and we'll think about it in the morning.
I think that's some of the best advice I've ever heard. When all else fails, go to sleep. Things always look better in the morning. Especially over a hot cup of coffee.
Some people enjoy sunsets, I thrill to sunrises. Here's one I took this past week, on a beautiful Oregon morning, with the mist rising off the lake:
When gazing at this sight I was reminded anew of God's tender mercy and grace in my life. How often I have strayed, questioned, disobeyed, doubted and fought Him? And yet, it is the kindness of God which leads us to repentance.
I pray I am worthy of this gift of two babies He has given me. My deepest desire is to raise them in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, to minister grace and implant the Word of God into their souls.
And also, to have fun with them. Never underestimate the importance of fun! Here's Daddy taking the two older children for a ride on a jet-ski!
After the children finished their ride, Daddy transformed from Mr. Family Guy to Mr. Crazy Man and went whipping around the lake doing all manners of terrifying stunts on that jet ski! He arrived home like a warrior flushed from battle proclaiming:
"Those are pure, killer machines!"
Apparently, a well-running machine delights my husband like a shopping trip delights me. And now I have a great excuse: two baby girls!
And now we're home and I'm back to my blogging ways. Coming up this week: "J" names galore, to homeschool or not to homeschool, to move or not to move, and a special poem to celebrate hitting the halfway mark of 20 weeks! Stay tuned, things are going to get really interesting around here!