They are always, always, always together.
I use to imagine when I was young that I'd have like 6 kids.
I'd just keep popping 'em out.
Naming them cool names.
Like, Cornelia. Or Hunter. Or Norma Jean.
And they would all have blonde curly hair.
Today I am mama to these two beautiful, dark-haired goofballs.
I'm so glad, so thankful, God writes my story...and not me.
He knew exactly who he had planned for my heart as a mama...
He knew that Niamh would always be my spark.
That someday I'd sit in a room full of people, and blink away tears...
Because she is the only one everyone sees.
She is laughter.
And Jesus's tenderness.
She softens and refines me;
Keeps my heart open,
And my spirit challenged.
She is my angel.
And my treasure.
And he knew that Philly would be my calm place.
He is easy-going.
Kinda spacey in this sweet, goofy way.
He does funny things.
And tells me that I "don't understand 'man' things."
He calls me "my girl."
And likes the last kiss.
God knew he would complete our family and my heart.
2 is our perfect number:).
But not because it is the perfect sized family...
And not because we have our 'boy and girl.'
But because this is God's beautiful plan at work.
He has blessed me far greater than I ever could have dreamed.
My heart was made to house the love Niamh and Philly need and deserve.
And I am humbled and honored to be given that calling as a mom:).
Because Monday Mamalogues are fun to join in on...
Makes a girl get all mushy and sniffly;).