Chloe is 13 months old today. It is weird that we kept thinking all of July that she was 12 months old and just like that she is already 13 months old. Today it has sunk in that I am going to have three children. Everyone always makes comments about how young I look and I told my sister today if these three kids do not age me I guess I will look like a teenager forever. I also have been very excited today thinking that this precious little girl will be apart of our family. I did not expect to be this excited the third time but I am. We are just trying to sit tight for the next few months and pray that everything goes smoothly. It is interesting that it was a year ago today that Emma's paperwork was sent to the Immigration office in Memphis. A lot of people say things about how much we are missing and how much we have missed but I actually just miss her. It is a strange feeling missing someone you never met, but that is how it is. Well I worked all day and Jeremy had his last day of in-service. His students report on Monday. The kids went to Gran and Papa's today. They went to the park and to Sonic for ice cream. I am off tomorrow so it will be nice to spend time together. It has been pretty crazy around here all summer. Believe it or not I have some more pictures of Chloe that I did not post last night. I am also posting a few of Sam and Emma from yesterday. We went back up to Jeremy's school and Jeremy has this cabinet and Sam was hiding in it and Emma was shushing me so Daddy would not find Sam.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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