It's Saturday, and thus far it has been just that - a good morning.
This is in part because I decided to do something a little spontaneous...my daughter-in-love and I were going to yard sales this morning, and one by one each of my children asked if they could join us. And how do you say yes to one and no to another ?
Answer: I can't.
Some days I tell one child it's a date just between us - a trip for frozen yogurt or to the grocery store. Today wasn't one of those.
So we drove around town in our fifteen passenger van, scoring all kinds of goodies: a tiny pair of pink converse for Lily being at the top of that list.
I had been looking all week for a pair on eBay, because I'm
cheap frugal like that. And the very first yard sale I went to this morning had these little beauties in Lily's size - for three bucks. Now some people would say that's just a coincidence...and maybe it is. But I really did pray about finding Lily a little pair of pink converse earlier this week. So maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe God delights in showing up in the little details of life just to show us He's listening. And He cares about quirky little prayers just as much as He cares about the big ones.
On Wednesday Baby K's birth father relinquished his rights in court. Meaning our grandson is now legally free to be adopted by my son Jason and his wife Naomi. And if you haven't been following their journey for two years, I'll put it in a nutshell for you : this was a complete miracle of God. My kids brought Baby K home from the hospital, and they are the only parents he has ever known. They became foster parents several years ago, and sometimes that means having your heart ripped out. We were facing that situation with Baby K...but God. Don't you love those two little words?
God intervened and moved on hearts and Baby K is going to officially be part of the Rice family before Christmas. We are so grateful. So very grateful. Thank you for every single prayer lifted up on his behalf. We know there was an army of prayer warriors contending for a miracle, and we got one on Wednesday. Bless you.
And speaking of blessings..
He's three months old, and somehow I can't imagine life without him. I always say this, but how is it that those last three months of pregnancy seem like forever. I mean forever. Waiting, planning, dreaming, trying to imagine who that little person growing inside of you will be. And then he arrives, and it's like he was always here.
How was our family complete before Hayden ?
And just as I was uploading that picture, he decided it was time for his third feeding of the day. Which brings me to another reason why this is a good morning...I get to spend it with the people who make me happiest in life. Doing the things that make me happiest. I have a house to clean, a laundry room full to the brim, and lots of little people who need me. And now we have a pair of pink converse, an antique candlestick and a $5 lightsaber to make us happy.
What more could we ask for ??