The first pictures of the girls meeting their baby brother. Obvious joy and excitement were abounding...
The novelty of a new babe has yet to wear off for these two big sisters.

God, brilliant Lord,
yours is a houshold name.

Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you;
toddlers shout the songs
That drown out enemy talk,
and silence athiest babble.

I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
your handmade sky jewelry,
Moon and stars mounted in their settings.

Psalms 8:1-3 Message

Today I linger between the comfortable folds of my sheets; my baby three lies in peace beside me. The girls have being whisked away by their father for an afternoon date. He winked to me as he left, have fun and don’t sweep the floor! And so I won’t, I will write. My thoughts of the week have been given over to the miracle that has unfolded before my eyes deepening through my heart. It all started at midnight… wild contractions woke me with vengeance! I groped for Roger begging him to help me out of bed. He found the light, his clock, and me. They were a minute apart, so close I thought we would never make it. He rushed and I focused on staying calm. The girls were in the car, we called my cousin to meet us at the hospital to pick them up. Davina serenaded me from her car seat, her excited voice singing ‘it’s a small world,’ during the fifty-minute drive the song did not pause. Because of that song I knew I had time before the baby came, the song was too vivid for me to be going through transition. The contractions were coming now in increments of thirty-seconds apart. But I could still focus on the starry night sky and Davina’s song. Roger started to worry, I told him we had time.

We got to the hospital. They were close together and I thought I was well on my way. With the introduction to my nurse and the I.V I needed, I could literally feel my body urtching to a stressful stop. I searched Rogers eye’s sadly trying to tell him things were slowing down. For the next three hours my body lulled between a decision to go ahead or go home, discouragement met me in the halls of the hospital. This was not like my body, well-prepared in mind and body to do this strong and valiantly! The girls were born in moments. Roger walked and talked with me speaking sweet words of reassurance, “rest my dear,” was his advice, “if by dawn the boy has not come we will take the girls for breakfast”. And so I slept. And then I woke with my familiar birthing body. I asked for privacy for Roger and I, knowing my body needed its place…alone…to work this birth. Within minutes I was being taken to that place of total concentration. I whispered the words, “God has and will give me the strength”. When it got intense I pictured God and his strength, somewhere I saw clouds, majestic. The truth is this birth felt more like death, I was out of body. I could completely sense my body wondering if it had the strength to get through. It happened fast and I found myself pushing. Everyone rushed from different places. There seemed to be too many people for my comfort. I said to Roger like I always do at a certain moment, that I could not carry on, and he answered as he always does ‘but the head is here’. And then he was born. And I cried a tearless cry. Here my son and I meet, skin to skin heart to heart.

I wondered if it was over, all the concerns, all the worries, all the thoughts, was it over? Has my son arrived? Is he well? Did we make it the two of us? And then I looked into the father of a new son’s eyes and we rejoiced wordless together. God had brought us through, placing each trepid step on the right path. He had knit Roger and I together again through the life of a soul. His name spoken first by his father, christening him Lachlan Stanley, a name we both dreamed would mark a son of ours. We spent time searching him over, finding every perfect little part of him. He looked like his oldest sister, smiles like his mama’s family, has his daddies’ fine looks. We thanked the Father, the God who thought we were able.

Alone in my room remembering the details. I wondered why this labour was seven hours? So long for me, I felt again my discouragement in the slow moments of the night before. What had I done differently? I did not want to view this pregnancy journey negatively. I wanted joy of this womanly ability to linger over me as it had in my past. I wanted this birth to be like my others, glory moments, medals of my courage, my most daring moments. I asked my God to bring me peace. And then I saw motherhood, so different for each mother, a journey with her child, exposed before the heavens. God shapes us as we give ourselves to the power of Motherhood. My soul needed the cultivation of leaning more on the Spirit. I need more of Heaven to fill me before this child came. I, like always, need more patience. God knows and gives us the gifts we truly need. And so I saw again in the birth of my child, Gods hand upon me. Heavenly perfection. Then I cried, again, with tears full of motherly joy…

Born 7:12 a.m Tuesday morning. Weight: 6lb 12oz. God's hand was upon us... a perfect blessing is now in our care, and we have fallen heavenly over heels!

This morning before the birds stopped singing in the shadows, Roger hung me a clothesline. Long enough to hold all my white sheets. He knows one of my favourite things is a spring scent infused sheet. A delight I have longed for years. He also knows this is my week and God must know also, blooming the lilacs early, so my room will be filled with my favourites the week my babe is to be born.





Hoping your Monday started as fresh as mine

Worship God in adoring embrace,
Celebrate in trembling awe. Kiss Messiah!

Psalms 2.11 Message

Here are my finds for the week. I spent less then $30.00 and there are some goods in the garage for the man around here. Not bad for the amount of things I brought home! Let me break down the treasure hunt for you. The stools were $2.00 wont the look so cute painted a light green and little feet standing on them? The iron board was bought for $5.00...again...laundry kick!



I like white, I like milk glass! I bought the two vases for $50 cents and the lamp for $2.00. I can now have similar lamps on both side tables of our bed (I found the other last week at a garage sale.) Do any of you know the American store Anthropology? It is a perfect store...except for the prices! That table clock, is from that store. The original price says $40.00, I paid $1.00!



I am completely determined not to allow any plastic into my 'House of Dreams' and so my love of old canning jars are kindled with daily use. Today I brought home twelve of the loveliest I have seen, with glass tops and all. Of course they are perfected in the price $1.50 for a dozen!



Little tea cups for the girls and a beautiful vintage table cloth with napkins were sold to me for $1.00 and a wonderful apron for my kitchen 'helpers' $25 cents!



These adorable pieces of clothing were bought from a lovely lady who is from France. I spent $10.00 on all five pieces. I love the label name: Mila! I am picturing my sweet Davina running in the linen pieces and leather sandals this summer and then I may have the privilege of seeing a niece wear them soon!?



And now I must go to put my new finds away.

It's late Friday evening, really to late for me to be up posting these pictures. I just thought that because I managed to use my camera with a steady hand today I should have the satisfaction of also showing you around my girlie's room.



This room had very little that needed to be renovated. We did install the hardwood and refinished the furniture. The neat thing was that I bought the quilts before I saw the paint thinking I would match the walls to the green in the quilts...but the wall matched perfectly. I got the bed for $100 used, and the picture is a cut out from the top of a puzzle box (thrift store of course) I think the picture was very Davina and me...



The rustic bench was bought from a friend, and the pictures above are cards I have saved and postcards found in Holland, framed. I love how this corner came together.





The dresser and night stand were Roger's Mothers from her childhood. She has very generously shared them with our little girls. I just love how they look in this room. And I love that the girls have their Grandma's furniture.



Maybe it is lame to show the laundry baskets, but I love this little touch in the closet.

I have enjoyed sharing with you little spots from around my home. I am looking forward to posting some pictures of the master bedroom...soon...I hope!

I am now going to steal kisses from my sleeping daughter's...as Marion says every night at tuck-in, Kiss Me Good Night...