"Blessed is the man whose quiver is full" Ps. 127

How God Created a Miracle in Our Family...

Most people look at our family and either say "you're crazy" or "what a blessing". It is that statement alone that sets people apart in how they view what happens in life. We were childless for 6 years before God blessed us with our third foster child, Isaiah, whom we adopted. Our tiny, three pound, adorable baby boy quickly became the love of our lives.


8 months after Isaiah was born, my father-in-law gave a woman a ride. That 4 block ride changed our lives forever when she told him she was pregnant and giving up her baby for adoption. Oh yeah...and she was due in 8 days! Well, just 5 days later, we had Makenna Shea!

3 months later, after Dirk and I had just prayed to have another baby when Makenna was about 1, that same birth mother called asking us to take her next baby. Isabella was born 1 week shy of Makenna's first birthday!

The funny part of the story is when we found out that I, the one who could never get pregnant, was pregnant! Ian was born 7 weeks after Isabella! God had given us 4 children all under the age of 1 1/2!!! We were thrilled! Such a work of God's hands it was.

This year we added to our clan when we were surprisingly pregnant again (so much for not being able to get pregnant). We now have 5 under 4! And I now wonder how mom's manage with all those kids so spread apart in age. It may be hard sometimes, but we love our life!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The First Haircuts...

Bella was so excited. Since she was 4 months old, I always invisioned her with this cute little bob haircut...good thing I did..it is soooooo Bella!




Watch out world...the new Bella is here!!!


Kenna, however, was not as excited for her first haircut...that was the best expression we got the whole time...and she was only getting her's thinned out! Thank Goodness!!!

1 comment:

~HS said...

I stumbled upon your blog and read the little story on the right sidebar. How wonderful for you. Congradulations on a beautiful family. A family isn't a mom, dad, son, daughter, cat, dog and picket fence. It's what you make it.