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Last week before we left for the hospital the Squirms and I went for a leisurely walk. I called my granny during our walk and we talked baby boy names, books, and prayer. I reminded Granny of the upcoming birth and adoption plan and asked her to pray for us while we were at the hospital with birth mom and baby boy. She replied Sure, I pray for you every day. I don't forget you.

Watching R tie blue balloons on our mailbox, I couldn't help but be reminded that Granny prays for me every day. A reminder of how loved I have been by family - and a reminder of the work I have to do to become a woman that prays for her children every day too.

Baby boy, The Great, is one week old today. He is long, skinny, and wrinkly; a good eater and great at other bodily functions; he enjoys hanging out at night and pacifiers. We are sleep deprived, making at least two pots of coffee a day, doing lots of laundry, AND so thankful God has made us a family of four!

Today is also the first day both children are at home with just me. It's 11 am and we're all still alive. I'm feeling pretty good about this. I was a bit worried yesterday because Squirm's diaper leaked a smelly substance on the couch and The Great went through three outfits, two changing pad covers, and two crib sheets before 11 am. 

I'd like to share more about our hospital time and Squirm's visit from Mrs. MHJ and C; but I'm going to put that lengthy post off for now so maybe I can eat something before my angels awaken.