three musketeers
the lord gives and he takes away.
while we mourn the passing of my father-in-law it was elixir for the soul to be blessed with three newborns within four weeks of each other.
that is my sweet pea in the purple polk-a-dot onsies. she is 11 days older than boy cousin in the green stripes and exactly four weeks older than girl cousin in the pink & green polk-a-dots.... the poor boy sandwiched in there between two girls.
g'ma and girl cousin. so very cute!
i'm not sure how much i actually held my child while we were in florida. she was snuggled and cuddled by g'ma, aunts, friends, and cousins alike.
sweetpea particularly loved her aunt kristen.
it is hard to figure out how to grieve a father-in-law. the hurt is as deep as losing a father, but he was not my father. i loved him like a father even though i have a dad that loves me. he was just different. maybe that is why i loved him so. he was just different.... different than my dad. which meant that i got to know him in his glory years. i don't have baggage of having to be parented by him. he was my parent but now for wise counsel, comfort, security. i was loved by him.... adored by him... seen as wonderful for his son, a gem, beautiful, a treasure. i will miss my tuesday call to remind me that i am important and valuable. i know all of this intrinsically, but he was a tangible reminder. i will miss him so.
while we mourn the passing of my father-in-law it was elixir for the soul to be blessed with three newborns within four weeks of each other.
that is my sweet pea in the purple polk-a-dot onsies. she is 11 days older than boy cousin in the green stripes and exactly four weeks older than girl cousin in the pink & green polk-a-dots.... the poor boy sandwiched in there between two girls.
g'ma and girl cousin. so very cute!i'm not sure how much i actually held my child while we were in florida. she was snuggled and cuddled by g'ma, aunts, friends, and cousins alike.
sweetpea particularly loved her aunt kristen. it is hard to figure out how to grieve a father-in-law. the hurt is as deep as losing a father, but he was not my father. i loved him like a father even though i have a dad that loves me. he was just different. maybe that is why i loved him so. he was just different.... different than my dad. which meant that i got to know him in his glory years. i don't have baggage of having to be parented by him. he was my parent but now for wise counsel, comfort, security. i was loved by him.... adored by him... seen as wonderful for his son, a gem, beautiful, a treasure. i will miss my tuesday call to remind me that i am important and valuable. i know all of this intrinsically, but he was a tangible reminder. i will miss him so.
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