Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago
Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
Time is flying by these days and taking much of my insentive or energy to do much else besides being a wife and mother with it! There is much to report but I’ll just mention the most important tidbits:
Micah is 8 weeks old tomorrow! He gave us his first real smile about 3 weeks ago and now girgles, gigles and smiles pretty regularly, especially when he is diaperless and au natural!
After many weeks of gaining hardly any weight and staying within the 7 lb range, his adorable chipmonk cheeks and chubby tummy are proof he is swiftly gaining and is no longer our tiny newborn!
Fate has surrounded him with several beautiful little gal pals…it seems the past year has sprung many a female but not so many baby boys…he won’t complain in a few years though I’m sure! A few of these pictures showcase two of his adorable little buddies, apartment complex friend Anna (poolside pics) and church friend Mara Kate (together on couch).
Finally, I turned 24 on the 14th. Rick and I kept on thinking about the Switchfoot song “24” and somehow as I was listening to it the other day, it portrayed much of what I am feeling these days. As I look back on my 24 years of life, I see so many failures, errors, and just the unforgiving nature of time but in all of this, my ever growing need for God’s help and the hope I can have in Him- that all is not lost despite my imperfect slate. I’m also lost in awe of the undeserved blessings he has given me at a young ag
e; my husband and “Mini Rick!”
With all my excuses still twenty four strong
See I’m not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You’re raising the dead in me(…)
I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You