MILKSHAKE.

yesterday was Husband's 27th birthday.
He spent the day working of course but not before I sent him off with some bacon and blueberry waffles in his stomach. aaaaaand a new wedding ring on his finger. (his original had faded as Tungsten apparently fades whereas Titanium does not.)
Last night though, we went to a coffee shop here in town with family.

I got a chocolate milkshake because even though, as of late, we haven't been doing sweets, I figured, 'It's Garrett's birthday, let's celebrate!'

Winslow was of course running around everywhere because she no longer needs to hold onto my fingers, but goes where she wants when she wants. I knew that day was coming. (see previous post)

I was trying to give her some of the milkshake using a spoon because we haven't mastered the art of sucking through a straw yet. So she stood across the little coffee table from me as I painstakingly tried my hardest not to drip chocolate milkshake everywhere getting it to her. I would try to get her to come stand by me to be a little closer to me so I wouldn't drip so much but no, she wouldn't budge... I would show her where she could stand next to me and even tried to lead her over and still... she just wanted more. MORE CHOCOLATE MOM! She's a girl through and through with the chocolate y'all.

drip drip drip....

It was somewhere in the middle of me pulling her arms trying to get her to see what I was trying to do while she yelled and fought me, that I got it. People always talk about how having kids teaches you so much about God as the Father. I've had glimpses every now and then so far and I understand what everyone was talking about. And I guess this was just one of those times, but even today... I'm thinking on it still.

God is begging us, drawing us, asking and pleading with us to come closer to him. He has so much good just waiting to let us suck down with a straw instead of clumsily getting the drips and drops from far away. Still we say no.. we are fine where we are, we can't see what He is doing. Maybe we are afraid of coming closer... of losing "freedoms" maybe? Who knows... I do know that there is more to be had of our God. [Psalm 139:5] It more than I can dream up in my dreamy little mind, but I can get it when I am next to him, not at an arms reach, but at his feet.

Winslow and I wasted so much milkshake last night doing the little dance over the coffee table. Finally, after great loss, I made a pathway for her to get to me... and she finally came to me.

The thing is, God makes a way for us to be with him, to come to him, approach him boldly... and still we see the path, but we choose to keep him at a distance. And that is when I ask you, what is it that is keeping us there?

The truth for me is this:

I know that God demands a high price.
Intimacy with him requires my time, my valuable, short, sweet, precious, scarce NAP time.
So much can be done in a babies nap time. Or can it?
I know that it also may require me doing some things that are uncomfortable or even scary.
'What if He tells me to do something CRAZY?!'

BUT OH THE RICHNESS OF GOD.
Knowing, trusting and resting in Him has ALWAYS been worth it.
I have to believe it always will be.

Others stand on the other side of the coffee table shouting "I want MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"
All the while, God's desire is to give us more but it requires us taking steps of [faith, obedience, reconciliation, etc.]
We want healing, nice things, beauty, more more more....
God wants to lavish on us HIMSELF which is best and truest when we are by his side, palms open, heads bowed, in reverence to him. He is that which fulfills all things. [Matt. 6:33]

It's so frustrating sometimes being a parent and seeing the goodness your kid could have if they just LISTEN to you. I know that I am only at the starting line of this parenting thing and that I will feel more and more of this in the teenage years. But still, you know what is there, you know that they will love it, that it's best for them... but they just want to do what they want to do.

Just this morning I pulled ANOTHER mouthful of dog food from Winslow's lips and she screamed and cried and hit me because she wanted more. We have daily conversations about the dog food and dog water and still it's like crack to her! She always will choose to play in the dog water while munching on the dog food. 

I can SEE that it's not good for her but she will not listen. She would rather have dog food any day of the week than a pb&j. (She has this thing about jelly, weird I know.)

I'm so grateful to the Father though. He is so patient with us. The Holy Spirit teaches and teaches us. Over and over and over again.

Even last night and today, he's teaching me this lesson that he's been teaching me for forever.
COME TO ME. COME TO ME. EAT. DRINK. HAVE YOUR FILL.
Have I listened? No.
So He teaches me again.
That He wants and desires for me to know him intimately and deeply. 

Grateful heart today. I'm thankful for a God who loves unconditionally, a toddler who teaches me daily as I try to teach her and a husband who walks this road with me and stays up late doing crosswords and hashing through all that God is saying.

"Let us then approach God's throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."
Hebrews 4:16

T O D A Y .

yesterday, Winslow and I were having this moment...

I was walking her around the house as she held onto my fingers and it was one of those moments when you realize...

one day, this sweet girl, will run through the door from being out and about with friends, she'll change her clothes, grab her purse and car keys and run out again off to class or work or who knows what.

and in that moment, you are more than happy to half-bend-half-stand as she holds onto your fingers and practices going where she wants. My back started aching and I was thinking, 'This could go on forever' but we just kept right on going.

until....

I literally couldn't take it anymore and I made her stop and our beautiful moment ended in her biting my shoulder, cuz that's her new thing she's doing.

but that moment... which really was... a moment... was so sweet/sobering.

because Winslow is turning one in 10 days and the thought of my sweet beautiful newborn being suddenly ONE makes me want to smile/kick/scream/laugh/faint/throwup/givemyselfahighfive. I'm gonna trust in your hashtag reading skills to read that last one.

but seriously...

when I was a kid, it felt like time passed by me so sloooooooow....

Christmas was always lightyears away and it was always so sad when it was over because

I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER YEAR?!?!!

but then I had a baby.

and the clocks hands just started turning and turning....

and haven't stopped.

I remember when she started rolling over and I thought, "No way... you were just born!"

and now she gets mad and throws fits and I look at my mom and dad and apologize because I know I am just scraping the surface of this parenthood thing... and I get now why they would tell us, "I don't know what to do with you right now." 

but I'm this sentimental little thing about a couple things in my life.

things & people I truly love.

and if I had my way, I wouldn't experience life at all but I would just sit in my corner and

R E M E M B E R.

but then if I didn't live, I'd have nothing to remember here in a little bit, would I?

So now here we are, Winslow's turning one and she'll be a big sister in about 5 months WHICH IS INSANE(LY EXCITING!) and then she'll head off to college on what feels like tomorrow.

But I've decided something.... 

I'm gonna stop complaining.

I'm gonna live my life in the moment. and enjoy TODAY. because it could be all I have! I don't want to miss out on anything.

and if I'm stuck in my hole always remembering, I am idolizing past experiences instead thanking God for my today and living it to the fullest.

I'm not gonna complain that I feel chubby or fat with this new baby on it's way.

When I complain about how I feel, I am being ungrateful for the life that is miraculously growing within me.

I'm not going to complain that the car's key fob isn't working or that the dog woke the baby up... or that the baby is awake waaaaay too early, or that the bathroom STILL isn't redone after a year of living here and the texture is falling off....because this stuff is junk. It doesn't matter. what it says when I whine and cry about that stuff is that I've lived way too privileged a life and am way too dependent on comfort.

So today, I'm thankful. for life in my womb, for a sweet (biting) almost one year old with gobs of hair and her daddy's smile, for a husband who tho he left this morning early, it was to spend time with Jesus because he believes in giving Him our first fruits of everyday, for an old perfectly imperfect home to live in, for a tight bank account that makes us use our thinkers, for clothes on our backs, for Garrett's amazing blessing of a job, for our crazy, fun, smart puppy who LOVES Winnie, for Mac-N-Cheese for dinner again (our fave!), for my clothesline and 7 clucking chickens... for family... for friends.. 

I've been given so much... and I'm not gonna dwell on the past, or wish for the time ahead, but I'm gonna love today.  

I only have like 17 more years with her in my home...

I wanna spend it loving every day.

THIS was part of my T O D A Y.

3 years.

this a shout out to my main squeeze.

because on this day 3 years ago, he got up the courage to say, "I like you. Will you go out on a date with me?"

 first date.

 day after first date = second date.

apparently it's possible, to date, get married and have a baby in 3 years. whoa. the fact that we've known each other since we were 12 makes me feel a little better about how fast our life has moved.

I honestly wouldn't want it any other way tho.

it's me and you babe.
I say it all the time, and I'll say it again.... I'm seriously gonna love you forever.

falling in L O V E.

I am actually in the middle of housework right now, but I had to pause really fast and flesh out all that God just spoke to me about.

Well….

Let me back up.

Just a little bit ago, I was finishing my vacuuming.

Winslow has this thing about the laundry basket. She loves it. She was happy, I was happy.

We were having so much fun.

She’s laughing, I’m talking to her, Posey’s licking her tongue. 

All is good in the neighborhood.

This is when it all went south.

 

She’s just starting to pull up on things, like I’m talking, yesterday was her first day to pull up on me.

I saw what was happening and so I did one of those dives like you do when you’re an all-star Volleyball player like myself (the one season I played in 6^th grade.)
but I was too late.

Her face smacked the wood floor as my hands reached her… forehead.

At least I caught her forehead right? 

Riiiiiight….
so as I’m having visions of my 7 ½ month olds nose gushing blood, she lets out a gut wrenching wail and I felt my stomach tighten in knots. Thankfully, no blood... I always over-react.

[Sidebar: you know when you were a kid and your parents gave you a spanking and they said, “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” And you were thinking…. “Nope… pretty sure it is NOT hurting you as much as it’s hurting me right now.”….. well, I get it now parents. Because when your kid is hurting, trust me, you hurt. I refuse to think on the day I will have to give consequence that hurt...]

I automatically was thinking about how horrible a mother I was and while trying to calm her down, was inwardly scolding myself and swearing us off of the laundry basket.

She calmed after just a minute, (she weirdly has a high pain tolerance, unlike her father or myself) and I sat rocking her to sleep in her room.

And as I rocked I thought about my dive to protect her sweet little nose.

I thought, “I’m the parent. I’m supposed to catch her when she falls!”

And then I was like, “God doesn’t always catch me when I fall.” [read that again with a little attitude, that's how I said it.]

And this, friends, led me on this roundabout path of learning about LOVE.

You see, God promises shelter in him. [Psalm 91:4]

But didn’t Job, FAITHFUL Job, have to walk through multiple trials to fully understand the richness of God?

Didn’t David, a man after God’s own heart, sin and fall incredibly short?

YES.

But then, God was there.

And THE END, right?

That’s it. GOD WAS THERE.

And he held them and brought them to himself and made all things new again.

WHO decided LOVE was SAFETY?

God’s in love with us, right? He IS Love. [1 John 4:16]

He has this Father’s heart for us, right? [1 John 3:1]

But he lets us fall??????

Because Winslow fell today and I didn’t catch her, does that mean I don’t love her? If I had loved her, I would’ve kept her from harm, I would’ve caught her in time, right?

Love doesn’t equal safety.

Amy Carmichael, a missionary in India who devoted her life to God and his work, lived a good portion of the end of her life confined to a bed.

I don’t know where I’ve gotten my wires crossed, but today, God began to unravel something about himself and the beauty of who he is.

When you can see God for who he really is, knowing that even though you choose Him, and choose to do and be whatever he asks of you, He might take your life early or something you hold dear…. 

Can I choose to follow him then? He may not always keep you SAFE. He will shelter you. That much is true. But that may not always mean physically.

We are such a physical people, are we not?

I guess I just learned today that what I believe is a little crazier than I originally thought. I have pledged my life to a God who takes and gives life. I choose for my treasure to be found somewhere other than this physical world. I continue to choose him.

I'm not saying we shouldn't pray for safety or that God doesn't also keep us from harm many times. I am merely speaking to a misconstrued mindset that if he chooses to do something else that may in turn, cause us pain, His love still remains. That is something on which to build a house.

"You will keep in perfect peace

those whose minds are steadfast,

because they trust in you.

Trust in the Lord forever,

for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal."

                                     Isaiah 26:3-4

Garrett lives on Garrett Street?

well, these pictures have been promised for a long time.
[I'm sorry Loren & Lara...]

back in June we bought a house. on Garrett Street of all places.

I was thinking the other day as Garrett was mowing the front lawn about the first time he mowed our front yard. We were both really excited for him to "mow the lawn." I watched him do it. There's something really special about owning your first house. I don't know... it's just fun and really special to get to own something TOGETHER for the first time.
and sometimes stressful.

So we are still not completely finished with all that are wanting to do, but I'll post some of what we've already done.

FRONT ROOM/LIVING ROOM
B E F O R E :

A F T E R :

I basically just decorate with other peoples junk or stuff I make. all of our furniture has either been given to us or we bought for no more than $60 as Salvation Army.

Shag Rug \\ Home Depot

pillows & curtains \\ IKEA

Framed shelves \\ made by my Carpenter Husband

everything else \\ garage sales or from family

I have several things all over our house that are from our wedding that I've saved. This curio cabinet is kinda like my collection of most of it. My wedding bouquet, our painting we did on our first date, some wedding photos, our cake toppers... the hearts Bella "threw" down the aisle. she actually got kind of embarrassed and didn't throw any until the altar... 3 of them. I love it. 

WINSLOW'S ROOM

B E F O R E :

A F T E R :

I should go ahead and mention that the color of the walls in these photos don't do it justice. Its a color at Sherwin Williams called Relentless Olive. it really a lot deeper, darker and richer than what these show. kinda looks pukey yellow-green in this. we ripped up the carpet, it wasn't in the best shape. the wood floor isn't in the greatest either because it needs a sealant but you really can't tell cuz of rugs and such. 

curtains \\ IKEA  $15 per pair of panels

rugs \\ IKEA

bed used to be mine before marriage

paper dolls on the wall \\ eBay  $20 (only used a few tho)

rocking chair \\ Salvation Army  $40

blue trunk nightstand \\ garage sale $3

toy horse \\ Garrett's from his childhood

The most expensive thing in this photo other than the crib was that W. haha. but I had a vision and so we went with it. the banner is from my baby shower made my beautiful sister.

crib \\ garage sale  $100

bumper & crib skirt \\ eBay  $20

Letter W \\ some wooden letter website  $40

diaper bag \\ target  $30

my grandparents bought this baby dresser at a garage sale for dirt cheap. they painted it, distressed it and sealed it with stuff they already had. I bought the knobs which cost more than the dresser did!

mirror \\ gift

hanging light \\ garage sale  $5

baby dresser \\ garage sale  $10

knobs \\ Hobby Lobby $20 (that was half price)

hair-bow holder \\ I made it from stuff I had around the house, jute, an old frame...

MASTER BEDROOM
B E F O R E :

A F T E R :

I decided I wanted the color on the ceiling in this room. it's called Harvest Gold or something like that. I'm not sure, but again, these pictures don't really show the true tint. 

rug \\ IKEA $99

curtains \\ Big Lots $30

lamps \\ thrift stores & garage sales   $30 total?

floral prints \\ Enid, OK thrift shop  $6 for 4

love. pillow \\ homemade

cute puppy \\ priceless

we wanted to make our ceiling look higher in here, so we didn't do the gray but in an 18" wide strip on the walls. we painted the walls white (same color as the trim) up to the line and then my Carpenter Man painted and took care of the trim to finish it off.

I'm not completely finished here. A HUGE Black & White of our wedding pictures is going right about the dresser in the corner. The mirror was our first project we did when we were engaged and trying to get a life ready. we found it but it was painted brown and had no mirror. Garrett had someone bathroom vanity mirror that he was throwing away so we took it to Angelo Glass and $20 later, there we have it.

mirror \\ storage unit sale $25

dressers \\ from family

KITCHEN

B E F O R E :

A F T E R :

I went with white walls since it's so "in" right now and we PAINTED the cabinets a different color gray. want to test your marriage? buy a house and decide how to decorate it. TOGETHER. haha... 

I know we'll survive now. 

j/halfway/k.

also, the knobs were the other knobs, we just painted them with Rustoleum's hardware paint.

cheap way to get new hardware.

I LOVE cafe curtains! had to have some in my kitchen.

curtains \\ Big Lots $20

curtain rods \\ $12

excuse my dishes. there was NO way I was gonna get a picture without something out of place in here. those romans shades I MADE using this tutorial. crazy right? they ended up costing me $9 a piece.

the kitchen is not finished, we still hope to replace the tile & the countertops are in horrible shape as well. but hey... it works for us right now.

on the agenda next (after hospital bills) is

THE BATHROOM.

a complete gut and remodel.

I'm so thankful for a Husband, Dad, Father-in-Law & Papa who can do all this stuff!

it makes me dream really

B I G.

well, there you have it.

I'll keep you updated on the bathroom. it'll look completely different once it's finished.

I did not include a picture now because it's embarrassing. haha.

but you know, I'm so happy here. in my cozy little home that isn't that much and needs some work, but it's ours. for now. and we honestly feel like God dropped it in our laps.

our neighbor across the street is a retired Postal worker. He's also a believer.

He said when this house was for sale, he prayed that God would send believers to live in it.

so here we are.

be blessed. I definitely am.

b.

life as I know it.

so I realized I haven't blogged since the coming of our sweet girl, Winslow Raegan.
and that my friends is a tragedy. she is now 4 1/2 months. wow. they aren't kidding you when they say that the older you get the faster time flies. it's so true.

after her 1st bath at home

but man. I'm loving the whole stay-at-home mom thing. and not because it's so "cush." haha.
all the stay-at-home mom's out there laugh with me now. no it's great though.
it's fairly stress free in a sense.
I LOVE her. I was telling a group of high school senior girls yesterday what it's like loving her.
you know, we married people say to each other sometimes... "I love you more each day." but now that I have actually experienced that, I know that I haven't really fallen more in love with Garrett EVERY day.
at least not like I have with Winslow.
I had a scoche (sp?) of postpartum after she was born. for about a month, I couldn't be myself.
it honestly started getting better when breastfeeding started getting better... not surprised if those are related. I connected with her.. and loved her even, but not like I thought I should.
then one day it just started kinda clicking. but ya know, I can HONESTLY say that today I love her more than yesterday. and yesterday more than the day before. I am living it and I can feel it... ya know? like everyday, being a mom gets a little bit more awesome. I don't know if it will always feel like that. and that's ok if not. I mean there have already been days when Garrett has come home & I've said, "Here. Take her, and do with her what you want. I'm taking an extremely long shower." or I've cried about not feeling like a good mom because good mom's don't get breaks or even need them and they don't get so easily frustrated with ONE child.
Garrett is so good at speaking truth to me.

1 month old.

yesterday I slipped a Baby Einstein disc in the DVD player and laid my babe on floor.
She laid there doing tummy time glued to the tv while I curled up on the couch with my devotional & my husband's Bible (my favorite commentary) and read for a bit. It struck me how my life has changed and how you really must "roll with the punches." As I sat there reading and meeting with God to the tunes of Baby Mozart and the sound of a pleasant sounding woman saying, "Wave," "Stand Up!", "Clap!", I remembered the times at the Honor Academy when I would set up my meeting times with the Lord like some elaborate romantical date.
low lighting,
blanket in the floor,
Misty Edwards-ish music playing softly in the background,
journal & Bible out...
and sometimes for hours, I would lay there reading.. writing... scribbling.. underlining... praying... 

now I read a couple verses, then run to get a burp rag because in the second part of verse 16, she spit up all over the shag rug... which is the hardest type of rug to clean by the way. it goes down deep.

so my life is now out of control. haha.
I used to have it in control.
I used to keep my house so clean.
I used to have a flat tummy.
I used to get out in the cold.
I used to stay out late.
I used to do what I wanted.

3 months old. - Merry Christmas!

but with my messy house, flabby stomach, crazy dog & short and sporadic quiet times.... I find rest. I find rest in my God who has made all things beautiful in it's time. beautiful looks a little different than I thought it would. but it's better.

life is so beautiful. and I'm realizing... it always has been. it's just always changing to a different kind of beautiful... even a better kind.

"He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end."     -Ecc. 3:11

4 1/2 months.

Winslow Raegan Day - September 5, 2013 - Birth Story

I can't believe I am writing this almost two years later. I figured better late than never.

(I am writing this on 7/29/15 and backdating it.)

Without any further a due, Winslow's Birth Story:

I reached my due date (Sept 1) and knew there wasn't a baby coming that day.

It was a Sunday & Garrett decided we would go on a long walk. by long walk, I mean 3 hours through a few neighborhoods. by the end of it I was in pain, feeling like my belly was gonna split open and she was gonna fall right out on the asphalt. (graphic, I know.. pregnancy does this to you.) 

for the next couple days I could barely walk. our 3 hr adventure had left me extremely sore and I felt it for days. 

I had a doctors appointment on that Tuesday. My midwife that I had been using and LOVED had been extremely sick and in the ICU with Septic Pneumonia. I had been seeing the other midwife which was fine because she was very nice. But she wasn't as ok with me going as long as I wanted to wait for natural labor. My original midwife was fine with me waiting as long as I wanted. so at this appointment, she told me that she thought I was carrying about an 8.5-9lb baby & thought we should induce.

I did NOT want to induce even one tiny bit but after talking it over with Garrett, he felt we should trust her and we decided to go ahead with induction. I went in on Wednesday night, September 4. the hope was that by sometime the next afternoon, Winslow would be in our arms. They started me on a dose of Cytotec at midnight & told me it doesn't usually do anything so they would give me the other dose at 3am then Pitocin at 6am. I was nervous about all of this especially Cytotec because it has a high rate of maternal deaths but after talking to the midwife for a long time on the phone previous to being admitted, she was confident in it and so we went ahead.

this wasn't the plan, not what I'd been envisioning for 9.5 months. there was a good bit of anxiety as we began the whole process. I can remember the drive to the hospital in our little car just Garrett and I. I'll probably never forget it. It was dark out. Traffic was pretty slow. We were silent. We were anxious. We were holding hands. We were ready to meet our sweet girl but also cherishing the final moments as "just us" knowing that when we got back in the car, the empty car seat in the back wouldn't be so empty anymore.

After they started me on the Cytotec, they left me to [try to] sleep. I knew in 3 hrs they would be back to give me more so I just tried my hardest with all the cords and monitors on me to sleep as much as I could. which was none. Garrett was down at the end of the room sawing logs so when labor kicked in at 2:30am, I started trying to groan and make noise to get him to wake up. he would not, which if you know him and his sleep habits at all, you aren't surprised. so I finally resorted to shouting his name which he finally roused and came over to me to rub my back and do some counter pressure. my goal in labor was never to go all natural but to go as long as I could before getting an epidural since I had heard that it slows down your labor. I kept thinking, "Just make it to a 6, make it to a 6..."

When I went into labor, my whole body kind of "popped" and I thought my water had broken so we called the nurse and she checked but she said it hadn't so I'm still not sure what that was. All I know is the pain started. I was dilated to a 5 at that point, (walked in at a 4). I had been dilated to a 1 early (33wks) so they put me on pelvic rest but had been a 3 for a few weeks. The pain started coming and so they gave me something called Stadol in my IV and it was AWFUL. Didn't help with the pain at all and made me extremely loopy. They decided against a second dose of Cytotec since I was already in labor but gave me a second dose of Stadol and the second I got it, I went to sleep. I remember Garrett saying, "Wow. I could ask you anything right now. Would you ever kiss a goat?" I told him, "Yes but only on the cheek."

I told him it felt like someone was taking my abdomen out and smacking it into the outfield with a bat.

Stadol did a number on me and it took me DAYS (no exaggeration) to sleep it off. 

At 4am I didn't care where I was anymore, dilation wise, I wanted the epidural.

They gave it to me but I was already a 7 so I felt good about that. Then we slept for 1hr. At 5am they came in to check on me and I was fully dilated. so we called in the crew. Grandparents, cousins, aunts & uncles began arriving. But we didn't start pushing for HOURS. 

Seriously, I started pushing at 8am. That's what is frustrating about epidurals.. they don't get in a hurry to come start the pushing. I kept thinking, "If I'm fully dilated, is she just gonna fall out? They better get here soon!"

I didn't expect for pushing to be as hard as it was. It was like a workout! I guess I thought since I had an epidural, it would be easy to push but no... you're pushing a BABY out of your body. it's hard work. 

Winslow Raegan arrived at 9:13am weighing 7lbs 13oz and was 21in long. She came out with the thickest head of hair I'd ever seen on a baby and I was just sure she wasn't mine. but she was. and is.

I remember they laid her on my chest and told us the rub her and clean her off. I was so loopy from the Stadol that my limbs moved so slow but I remember every moment of it. It was crazy. The anticipation of her arrival was over but there was even more starting for her whole life, for what she would be, look like, what motherhood would be like.

She was perfect! TONS of "storkbites" that were all supposed to go away. All of them did... save one. He told us they would all fade tho, so when I took her newborn photos and was editing them, I edited the one that stayed out. Her Strawberry Hemangioma stayed, but has faded SOOOOO much. I'm kinda sad it's going away even tho our pediatrician told us it would.

She has her daddy's toes, smile and crazy spirit. 

I'll never forget the day we were blessed with a safe and easy delivery but most importantly, a sweet baby girl.