Time flies when you're raising kids. My two have quickly grown to three with the addition of a bouncing baby girl, Celise. She's seven months old now and has quickly gone from cooing happily on a blanket in the corner to causing crawling mayhem wherever she goes. I had no intention of having more than two, my body doesn't appreciate being pregnant. But three months before I found out number 3 was coming, the Lord told me, "I'm giving you your girl, and she will be a gift." Now, mind you, I've been writing letters to "my future daughter" since I was 14 every year on my birthday and I hadn't given up hope, but I thought perhaps we could adopt in the future, or I would have to pass my letters on to a deserving niece. But God had other plans, and I said "o.k." And now Celise is here, bringing sunshine and joy to our lives every day.
