Love Overflowing


You can definitely tell these two are brother and sister……

This face is so similar. The crunched up nose, puckered lips and heavy nose breathing. I laugh every time!

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Sweet Freedom!!

I can’t believe how behind I am in blogging. Unfortunately cleaning, laundry and such takes priority. This week has been pretty busy and I am beat. Today was the first time I actually sat down during nap time! It was about time!

Big news that’s over a week old. The air cast is GONE!!! Sayonara sucka! No more stinky boot. No more hobbling along. No more only wearing one shoe. I am FREE!!!!!

April 8. That was the day that I broke my foot. June 18. The day that I was able to ditch the aircast. Over 2 months. 2 months that I cannot get back. It’s hard to believe that Zachary wasn’t even 3 months when I broke my foot! April and May were such a blur spent in the confines of my home. I am so grateful for all the people who brought me food, sent goodies for Emily and for everyone who prayed for me. I truly believe those prayers allowed me to heal quickly and with minimal pain.

It’s great to be mobile again!

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Tissue Paper Bowl

Papa Dan’s birthday was on the 18th. I was trying to think of a good project for Emily to do as a present. I found it while flipping through the current issue of Family Fun magazine. We decided to make a tissue paper bowl. It was really easy and she really enjoyed it. Easy clean up if you cover the floor and table with newspaper as well.
Here are the directions.

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The addition of another

Someone sent this to me and I love it. It is how I felt when I was pregnant with Zachary. You never know how your relationship with your first born will change when the new baby enters the picture. I was truly blessed in the fact that Emily loved Zachary immediately. We didn’t deal with a lot of jealousy or anger. My two love each other so much already. I hope they stay close as they grow up. I love watching them interact with each other now.

I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?

Then she is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you’ve never shared me before.

I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me”. And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can’t”, knowing, in fact, that I never can again.

You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again.

But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying him, as though I am betraying you.

But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.

More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.

But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times – only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.

I watch how she adores you – as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you, I’ve given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.

I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you – only differently.

And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you’ll never share my love. There’s enough of that for both of you – you each have your own supply.

I love you – both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.

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