The missing piece we didn’t know we were missing…

Let’s talk about my new bundle of joy, shall we?

He is …hmmm… how do I put this?…. he is…. umm… perfect.
Boston is a six pound (maybe seven or eight now) package of perfection.

For some odd reason, I had convinced myself that I wanted a girl. So when we were running to the hospital and to my surprise found out it was a boy, I was a bit shocked – even borderline disappointed…BUT THEN… I laid my eyes on him – this little six pound perfect boy straight from heaven and I wouldn’t have traded him for a thousand and three girls. He is the most precious perfect baby in the entire world. We are in love. I love him. Lee loves him. Ethan loves him. Vienna loves him. Even the chihuahuas love him. He was the perfect fit in our little growing family. I don’t know how we survived without him this long.

It’s kind of funny because I was quite worried that I wouldn’t feel the same about my third as I did with my first and second. Personally, I feel I have an uncommon deep connection with Ethan & Vienna…and so I was concerned that it wouldn’t feel the same. I was so wrong. It is like a little puzzle piece was missing in our family puzzle that we didn’t even know was missing – and then here he came and the puzzle feels more complete.

I think families are the most beautiful thing in the entire world. God is incredible. It astounds me how He takes each spirit and guides it to the right home at the right time to make the home that much more like heaven. I am in awe of it.

Lee and I were laughing because our birth mother became pregnant in October and that was the month we had decided we were done having children last year. We held a garage sale in October and sold all our baby stuff. Who does that? I am sure Heavenly Father was laughing at us. He knew that in just a few months he would prompt us to begin the process again and before nine months would go by, we would have a new beautiful baby boy.

I never thought of myself as a person who would have a lot of children. I always have imagined myself with one or two children. That was my plan. Big families were neat to me, but not my thing. But I have to say that I know God’s plan is so much bigger and better than any of mine. If I would have stuck with mine, I would have missed out on so so so very much.

Here is to perfect little babies, God’s wise plans, and missing puzzle pieces.

Blog to you soon,