Girl's Night

Last Saturday we had the McCullough girl's (by birth or marriage) up to our house for a clip making party. We had a lot of fun and I have found a new hobby. I can't remember when I last felt this excited about a craft. I love to make things, but the days seem to pass and I do not find the time. Since last Saturday my girls and I have spent a portion of each day making clips together and we have been having so much fun doing it. I feel like a kid again! I must say that they look so much cuter in the girl's hair than on the table (unless you can take pictures like Shannon, which I cannot, then everything looks like a perfect add, she's that good!). Thanks for coming up girls - let's get together more often!

Bergen

Bergen turned 8 on May the 10th. He chose to be baptized and we as his parents could not feel more proud (ya, I know, I'm not suppose to feel that, but this is my blog). I am so very grateful for a boy who, when he was born changed my heart forever, a boy who loved his mommy more than I probably deserved, a boy who use to organize his bug or dinosaur toys according to size, shape, color, ect., before he could talk, a boy who now drives me up the wall most days, a boy who enjoys nothing more than when any or all of his siblings are screaming due to his pesky behavior, a boy who has one perfect little freckle right in the middle of his perfect little nose, a boy who can make anything out of anything, a boy who, when asked to go and do something or stop doing something will forget before he is out of my sight and yet can memorize any song on the piano and not use his piano book for reference (he has informed me that it is harder that way), a boy who carries my heart with him, a boy I would not trade for anything in this world. I thank my God every day that he sent me this boy. I love you Bergen and thank you for being my boy. I hope that I will love you enough to help you become the person God sent you here to become.

Baby Hungry

I know what you're thinking, How could you possibly be baby hungry when you just had a baby? All I can say is that I don't understand it either. Nya is still a little baby, not newborn, but I still get the sweet little old ladies and the cute toddlers (who are not much more than babies themselves) stopping to see her and just stare in awe over a baby, but to me each day that passes is another day she grows away from being my little baby. I know that this is part of life, that she is really God's child, that this is what is suppose to happen, but what do I do with the sadness? I have heard friends say that they just had a feeling of completion when they were done their families. I cannot stress enough how much I NEVER EVER want to be pregnant again, but I have an ache. My concern is what do I do with it if it doesn't pass, why do I have to get so sick when I am pregnant, will I ever get that finished feeling? I cannot have babies forever, but I just wish the longing would go.