Coming from the Charles Dickens novel, A Tale Of Two Cities, these words represent my life these days; both the worst and (potentially) one of the best times of my life!
Three years ago today I got the call from Lori where she told me she was surprisingly, yet somewhat miraculously pregnant! This was, literally, the worst news I have ever heard. And here we are now, seemingly minutes from giving birth to our third child. It’s been an amazing three years filled with confusion, love, and babies (yes, in that order). We have struggled to survive all of these massive life changes, and, of course, we are currently struggling with a new challenge that recently presented itself. (It's not my brain or our baby, don't worry!) But you know what? All of these difficult challenges don’t really matter. We serve a God who is yet to forget us, while gracing us with love for each other and love for our three absolutely amazing girls.
Goodness gracious, who would have known that three years ago we’d be here?
We know our story is pretty crazy so keep your ears open! Marian and Viola were born on the same day during rainstorms, so considering today’s weather it looks like Lori might pop! Contractions are coming MUCH more frequently... How fitting that would be, right?! The day we knew we would spend the rest of our lives together could also be our *last* child's birthday.