A Family of Three

Most likely everyone reading this already knows that we have recently welcomed the newest member of the Foster Family into our lives.

He's awesome.

Life as a family of 3. It has been one of the craziest experiences of my life. Childbirth is so intense! I think it is something you can never really prepare yourself for enough. For me, after over 24 hours of labor my body was plain worn out. Yet, in the midst of the pain in childbirth you are given this tremendous gift- your own child. It seriously blew my mind. When Ariston was born Micah and I just kept saying to each other, "I can't believe how much I love him...and how it makes me love you even more...."

After coming home from the hospital we were on cloud 9. We couldn't believe how God blessed us with this awesome little guy. Then the crying came...the endless crying that wouldn't stop. We were beside ourselves because he didn't cry hardly at all in the hospital. Long story short for the next 2 weeks our precious little boy zapped us of our energy by

leaving us with what seemed like a continuous day with no rest at night. It was particularly hard on me as I was the only one who could feed our son.

Here we are at week 3. It's much better. I mean worlds better. The after pain from childbirth has worn away and I can actually get out of the house. We have established a better eating system in which I am able to pump and supplement with formula when needed so that I can get a break at night. Most importantly we are finally able to enjoy our super precious blessing-our baby boy.

In our 3 weeks of being parents Micah and I have decided that its one of the hardest things in the world. However, we have also been privileged to see how it is one of the most awesome things in the world as well. The Lord has been teaching us so mu

ch through the arrival of little Ariston. God loves us with a tremendous love like that of a parent's love for a child. In fact, my love for Ariston pales in comparison with God's love for me. There have been nights where I ask myself "why is he crying still? doesn't h

e know how much I love him and that I will provide him with all of his needs?" It's the same way with me and God. I choose to sin over trusting and loving God. He must ask

the same questions about me. His love is even greater for me and I still don't always trust that God loves me and will be faithful to His promises. Ariston will learn and grow to understand that his mommy and daddy love him so much and that we are for his good. Growing in Christ, we as His children learn to trust that God loves us so much and that He is for our good as well.

Thank you Lord for our little blessing and for teaching me more about You.