Yesterday was the day I was due to deliver baby #3, a boy. Instead for reasons we'll never know, the baby went to heaven in September. This week I've often thought about what we'd be doing if the pregnancy had gone as planned. Yet I've learned God is faithful to heal and bring joy amidst pain. And there is great hope in knowing Jesus.
Now on to something much lighter...
We had a tour of the local fire station last weekend with the twin club. It was a little above the girls' heads but they got to sit on the fire truck so that made it worth the trip.
This is a better picture of the girls but the camera lense was dirty (long story) and therefore fuzzy.
2 comments:
I love fire stations pics. Kids look so cute when they're so small against all that polished chrome and brass. Yours are no exception! I was thinking of you last week.
Sigh. I'm so sorry for your grief, Janine. Sigh.
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