Yesterday we glimpsed our daughter for the first time.
A tiny dancer who never once held still.
Her sweet face looked so much like her brother Jude. And her Daddy. Time will tell.
Not even a pound, yet already trying to suck her thumb, her body perfectly formed.
So intricate. And beautiful. And perfect.
She has stolen my heart.
I am in love. In awe.
It grows with each child.
"Are you crazy?!" they ask me.
But I think it is they who are crazy, for I have discovered the blessings of a full quiver and all the joy it brings.
And though it is just the beginning...already my heart could burst.
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Grami can't wait to meet her and smooch her and check out her precious little fingers and toes and powder the little tooshie and just love her to pieces like I do all of my other grandchildren.
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So Heidi told me to post just anywhere so i did, then...I came back and read this post/blog...I couldn't help from crying.
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