Israel will be 7 months old this week.
Time sure does fly.
These photos remind me of another post where I'm wearing the same skirt.
I remember longing to see his face.
Now I get to stare at his sweet dimply smile every day.
I remember hoping I had what it takes to be a mom.
I'm still not sure if I do, but I'm learning the true meaning of God's grace being sufficient for me because His power is made perfect in my weakness. That verse means so much more to me now than it ever did.
I remember wondering what labor would look and feel like.
It's not a mystery anymore and it wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. I'm glad I don't have to go through that every day, but I'm not afraid to do it again.
I remember thinking Jake would make a great dad.
He's better than great; he's an amazing father. Not only that, but he's the most loving and supportive husband to me as we do this whole parenthood thing as a team. I couldn't do it without him and I'm so grateful for his kindness, patience, and uncanny ability to make both Israel and I laugh even when we're cranky.
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