Their feet have barely touched the ground. They have "us" and their need for others is, and has been, very small. This weekend they actually slid their way down and their feet touched the ground at our church. It seemed almost strange to me to see them walking around the church family we love so much. They belong and they are loved here and to see them running and laughing and giving Mr. Jeff high fives and Elder Keith hugs made my heart do little flips. I don't want to let them down, out of the safety of our arms until they're ready and for a brief ten mins this weekend they flew....Scott and I got to watch them and we looked at each other and smiled, our arms strangely light with them not in them. It wasn't long though until they found their way back to us and found their way back to their daddy and felt the safety of his arms...and they slept.
The Lord has been so gracious to us.
Giving us the pleasure of raising these two
beautiful girls. A little shy, a little spoilt,
a lot loved and we're soaking in every
day with them and remembering that God is so good.