It was out of our humanity that we conceived a child,
but it was from our faith in God and cherishing all life
that she was born.
An eighth pregnancy was definitely a surprise. But as before, we knew it would be a good one.
I knew I'd get bigger, when I was already big.
I knew my youngest wouldn't be my baby anymore.
I knew we'd be maxing out our suburban.
And I knew it would mean more diapers, more food, and more self help books.
But when I packed up our children for Grandma
Packed my bags
And hitched a ride to the Hospital
We knew that everything was going to go wonderfully.
As she was placed upon my chest and began to nurse.
And my baby and my husband got to be there - the whole time.
She's beautifully perfect.
Just like the others.
Things went so well, we couldn't wait to bring her home, so we left earlier than ever before.
It's been challenging at home, but everyone has had their chance to hold and love her.
It is NOT easy to be a mother of many children. But I love them, and I am glad that God called me to be a mother to such delightful young souls. It's not about me and what I want for my life. Most likely, it's about them and who they will become and the lives they'll touch. God has a plan for each and every one, even if I didn't plan any of them. Who am I to mess with God's plan!?
God is good!