This weekend was one of celebrating my youngest's birthday! I cannot believe that tomorrow will make one year since Ziva Jane made her way into our world 4 weeks before we were ready for her!
Before we discovered the blessing of the expectation of Ziva we believed our family was complete with Sarah, then 6, Corbin, then 2, and 2 dogs. I am thankful every day that God is so much more aware of what I need than I am. If you had asked me I would have told you we were finished with having babies, in fact, I believe I said that. Sometimes I think I can hear God's chuckle as I read the pregnancy test in the bathroom at Walmart at 6 am when I saw the + sign.
Since the morning I woke up at 4:15 and knew we needed to head to the hospital I cannot imagine my life, our life as a family, without Ziva Jane. I would never have imagined I could be a mother of 3. I didn't think I would be able to handle it. But, to my amazement, I do it every day. I am not saying I do it with grace or beauty or even that I do it all that well. However, sometimes at the end of the day you have to measure success in very different ways: did you survive, have the kids been fed (cereal for dinner does count!!), are they dressed (this may be optional at times), did your kids survive the day with you? Can you look back on the day and find something to smile about (other than it is over)? If you can answer yes to most of these then count it a success, go to bed, and prepare to get up tomorrow and take another bite of life....
Before we discovered the blessing of the expectation of Ziva we believed our family was complete with Sarah, then 6, Corbin, then 2, and 2 dogs. I am thankful every day that God is so much more aware of what I need than I am. If you had asked me I would have told you we were finished with having babies, in fact, I believe I said that. Sometimes I think I can hear God's chuckle as I read the pregnancy test in the bathroom at Walmart at 6 am when I saw the + sign.
Since the morning I woke up at 4:15 and knew we needed to head to the hospital I cannot imagine my life, our life as a family, without Ziva Jane. I would never have imagined I could be a mother of 3. I didn't think I would be able to handle it. But, to my amazement, I do it every day. I am not saying I do it with grace or beauty or even that I do it all that well. However, sometimes at the end of the day you have to measure success in very different ways: did you survive, have the kids been fed (cereal for dinner does count!!), are they dressed (this may be optional at times), did your kids survive the day with you? Can you look back on the day and find something to smile about (other than it is over)? If you can answer yes to most of these then count it a success, go to bed, and prepare to get up tomorrow and take another bite of life....
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