It Is Good.

{my hero.}

I'm struggling with words tonight. I want desperately to explain, to record, what is happening in my heart right now. I'm just at a loss for words.

I remember the morning following MW's birth...leaning forward in the hospital bed in disbelief of God's sheer goodness to us. God had chosen to give us a baby girl, whom He had perfectly, intentionally, and lovingly knit together.

I remember sitting in the hospital bed, cradling T3 in my arms as awe filled my heart and I began to process the responsibility with which God had entrusted us. I also remember my love for T shooting through the roof. It was as if holding flesh of my flesh and bone of my bones in a male child gave me some profoundly deep love for my husband...an appreciation that had not been there before.

And then MC was born...and life is just sweet. My heart has exploded with love! She is such a blessing. I just want to hold her and never let go. 

I see all three of my children together and my heart nearly bursts. Each one has captured my heart in a different and wonderful way. I cannot believe God's goodness. I am in awe.

Last night JJ put little man to bed. Shortly after she'd left to run an errand, I heard him yelling for her, "JJ, I need you, NOW!" I had MC in my arms and headed to little man's room to nip that in the bud. I'm not sure how it happened, but he wound up lying down in his bed with MC cradled in one arm, while he stroked her cheek with his free hand and stared at her. She was sound asleep and he had the most precious, loving expression on his face. It was the sweetest five minutes they've shared together. I was so thankful. My heart nearly burst.

This afternoon MW climbed up beside me and held MC and counted her fingers and toes and spoke to her in sweet, hushed tones. It was sweetness. Pure and simple sweetness.

I marvel at God's goodness. I stand in awe. 

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;

Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.