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December 19, 2011

Good news and bad news...

Which do you want first?  I always like to get the bad news out of the way, so here it is:  When you don't get to bring your baby home from the hospital, you still get the big, fat hospital bill.  Ah, well.  Small potatoes in light of the Good News.

Which is:  we are all made for eternity!  A friend gave me a very sweet article by Marshall Shelly - read it here; and this so touched my heart because it sums up beautifully the real truth about our Bob-o and all of us in this world.  Each and every life has meaning - profound, universe-altering meaning and promise.  And all it takes to realize our eternal potential is to ask Jesus into our hearts.  He won't barge in but honors and dignifies us with free will.  So exercise your TRUE freedom of choice today for the best news of all!

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    Dear Husband/Solution Man - ever ready to offer a solution to the current dilemma, conundrum or quandry. One heck of a smart guy who is right 99% of the time. Newspaper, blackberry and Drudge junkie. Rather old fashioned about things, in a positive sense. Love of my life. Makes me laugh every day. Now a member of the sacred fraternity of father's who have lost a child. A rock. And so handsome.
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    Our sole male heir, the eldest, ring-leader of The Gang, age 13 going on 30. Very longsuffering and mostly even-tempered. A very fine fellow. Sleeps with his long frame hanging off the end of his twin bed. Lego enthusiast. No, Lego fanatic. Like Fan Boy Fanatic.
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    Her Royal Highness #1/Bunny Ballerina - our oldest girl, just turned 12 years old, every bit the "tween!"; the "little mother" of The Gang, incredibly precious dancing girl. The first of our progeny to inherit what DH calls my "Bottle Nosed Dolphin forehead." Also, a mini-me.
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    Princess #4/the SideKick - age 7, going on 27. Petite sprite who likes to be where the action is. A strong carrier of my Bottle Nosed Dolphin forehead. Every bit the baby of the family and knows it. Sleeps with feet in DH's face.
  • ATP
    The Answer to My Prayer - my precious mother's helper, babysitter and friend, who came to us at the tender age of 8 when I was knee deep in diapers and toddlers and was exactly what God knew I needed - when I was sure I needed a maid or a nanny, He sent this wonderful soul who is a part of our family and loves to play with my loud, rowdy kids and works all around the house with a servant's heart. She won't take any payment, aside from the occasional Target run and Swedish Fish. Speaks "Twilight" and "Harry Potter" with me. Everybody needs one of these. But you can't have mine!
  • YT/WIP
    Yours truly, a work in progress in the hands of our great God who clearly has a sense of humor and lots for me to learn in this holy vocation (i.e. being me). Most recently, I have joined the sacred sorority of mother's who have lost a child. Which is why I started blogging again after a year hiatus. So much to share.
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    Canine. A bit of an air-head. Husky-shepherd mix. A large dog who is terrified of trash trucks and fireworks. Otherwise a pretty good guard dog and doesn't mind being loved on by all the girls. He and SMH truly do show a strong resemblance.
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    When we got the dog at the shelter they told us under no circumstances should we try and keep any small critters or cats as pets. So we got a cat this Christmas. Going out, I felt, on a bit of a theological limb, I told the kids to pray that Buster would not eat her when we brought her home and, further, that they might even learn to live together in peace and harmony. Aside from her trying to chase his tail and eat his food, they do so. Now I can see what it will be like one day when the lion lies down with the lamb. P.S. She's really cute, too!
  • Bob-o
    The only one who has his name published here. A breathtakingly beautiful baby boy. Our 6th full term child, a crazy idea hatched last Christmas. Robert Bowling Stephens, born still and silent on Friday, October 7, 2011 at 11:46 p.m. in Labor/Delivery Room 12 of Arlington Hospital - 3 days from his due date. Full term and perfectly healthy otherwise, weighing in at 8 lbs 1 oz and 20.5 inches. Turns out the cord that had been his lifeline was actually too long and became entangled around his right leg some 5 times. It seems clear that when he made his move to come to us, the cord was constricted causing his little heart to stop beating and he went to the arms of Jesus the day before I delivered him, joining his two miscarried siblings, who I also can't wait to meet. We planned for him. Desperately wanted him. His siblings talked to him everyday and took rapturous delight in rubbing my big baby belly and exclaiming "look at your Bob-o!" He changed my life. Our lives. Forever. And I miss him so.

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