The last 3 weeks have been a sort of blur or haze. We have a two year old and a newborn sharing the house with my wife and I these days. We've had family visiting on and off. We've stared out the windows at the cold and rain. We put up our Christmas tree and decorated it (well, mostly Andrea did after Kayla and I proved ourselves to not be up to the task...). I drove around Northern California with Mark for three days speaking about living lives of compassion as a part of a class put on by the U.S. Center for World Missions. We all got some sort of weird stomach flu, and then we all got a nasty cold. So, that pretty much took the wind out of the rest of life. We've been tired and cranky, and we're sick of being tired, and we're sick of being sick. Kayla is going crazy running around the house in circles, while Andrea and myself can both get a little stir crazy when we are stuck at home.
Yet, I remind myself that we are so blessed. Our baby Chase is, in the grand scheme of things, a healthy, wonderful and beautiful little boy. Kayla absolutely loves him and loves the big sister role. "Chase, don't cry! It's okay...I got you!" She pats him on the belly with a big smile on her face. Andrea and I have to keep reminding ourselves that through the sleep deprived nights and achy backs and puke on the ground and on people's clothes, something good is happening here. We have been given the family we have always wanted. We are reminded that these children are our most precious gifts, gifts that not everyone ever receives, and we choose to seek to love each other another day (and hope that January is a little easier...I have the Counting Crows in my head...it's been a long December...)
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