It's time

My heart is pondering because "it's time" and life will forever change our family unit. She is our first and we knew with out any question it would come. It's time. She is ready. We will cherish. We are grateful. We are human. We are real. We are fragile yet strong. It's time.

She opened her wee little eyes long ago, yet it seems like "just yesterday". It's time. We held her, we prayed over her, we have experienced many things with her. It's time. The eve of change at the the precept of anticipation and butterflies pump feverishly through my vanes. It's time. The adrenaline of so many emotions. It's time.

Here she is Lord. We are releasing her back to you. It's time. THANK YOU, for our quiver is full and we praise you for the opportunity that seems to have flown by rather briskly. It's time.

forty eight hours

There is so much to do and it seems not enough time to accomplish the tasks that lie at hand. Intriguing to me is the thought of it all, the quandary of where it will lead, and does it really matter in the scheme of things? Will it be My Opus? Oh my Joy :: To watch the Fabulous Five Princesses, my own little women this week has given me much joy, when other things are tugging, pulling and stretching at my heart.

Sure. Why? Because it is moments to live my daughter. It is the time to reminisce of what will come with this move. This adventure is just beginning. It makes me step back in time and remember the dreams, the goals, the visions of expectation that I had and some that I still posses. Life is fragile and very brief in all of eternity. The reflections of life are sweet, flowing with currents so full of rushing waters, slight bends, rapid waterfalls, and the melodic tune of a bubbling brook. It is the ebb and flow that I am truly thankful for every part of my life. Now with the next forty eight hours I will take a deep breath, look into my baby girls eyes and wish her the very Best as I inhale her vivacious smile, soak in her rays of Joys while I Praise the King of Kings for another FORTY EIGHT HOURS!

One week

One day the doctor said, "It's a girl" and handed her over to my arms open to warm her, to cradle and love her, tell her I LOVE YOU MYA. Upon seeing her face she smiled. Her little hands, feet, body wiggled just a little and her daddy greeted her saying, "Hello Mya, I love You!" She opened her eyes, turned her head directly to him and greeted him with a smile to. Our hearts melted, she knew our voices from reading to her in the womb. We prayed over her right then for our Savior to watch over her and to help us guide her through her calling.

Calling for what? God knows. We trust. Now we have one week left and our little girl will open a new chapter on Thursday morning and we will release her to truly fly with our blessings. Our home? Changed forever but with no regrets. Here is to one week left living as one unit as it has always been when we started our family. We love You babe! Here's to one week.

Andrew Peterson - Dancing in the Minefields (Official Video)

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