My Sweet Girl,
It feels like yesterday that we brought you home from the hospital. Your Daddy and I had a great time leading up to your birth. We got to choose the day to go to the hospital to have you because of a medicine I had to take to keep you and me safe. We went in Tuesday night, April 3rd. Before we checked in, your Daddy and I went and had one last date night as just the two of us. We had a great time talking about how we would be holding you soon and how our life was getting ready to change in a wonderful way. We listened to The Great Adventure by Steven Curtis Chapman because you are part of our Great Adventure here on earth.
After a very restless night due to contractions, they started me on a medicine to make you come a little faster and broke my water. You were so warm and cozy inside my tummy that you didn't want to come out at first. After laboring all day, it was time to push at 12:30am Friday morning. I pushed for two and a half hours before you decided you wanted to come. At 2:59am on Friday, April 5th, you took your first breathe. We were so excited to have you here so that we could hold you and kiss you. You weighed 8 pounds, 8 ounces and were 21 inches long. Even though it was a very exhausting 27 hours, we couldn't be any more thankful that you were healthy and perfect.
After so much needed rest and many visitors, it was time to take you home. Your Daddy and I were ready to bring you to a place we had spent months preparing for your arrival. I can remember riding home thinking of how incredibly blessed I am to have you in the back seat, happy and healthy, and have your Daddy, the man who would lead us toward Christ every day and who I love with all my heart, right next to me.
Since then, the days have flown by. You are growing up so fast! You love bath time and being held by me or your Daddy. Music brightens you up when you are sad or makes your legs pump with joy. Everyone loves your hair, even though it won't seem to sit down. We can't ever seem to get enough of you! I love talking to you, reading books with you, and kissing your toes and chubby cheeks. You are truly a wonderful gift!
Sweet Landry, please remember this: you are loved by your Daddy and me but we are here to shepherd you to know the Lord. He has entrusted us in this short time here on earth to be your parents. But he loves you more than we ever could. That thought is hard for me to wrap my head around since I love you more than I ever imagined. The question I have had to ask myself many times over and over again is "What does it look like to be a successful mom?" For a long time after you were born, I constantly felt like I was failing you because of thinking you were too hot, too cold, not full, too full, needed a pacifier, didn't need a pacifier, needed interaction, was over stimulated, and on and on. What I had to realize was success was showing you, even at this young of an age, that I need a Savior every single day. Without him, I am lost and so are you. Your Daddy and I cry out to Him everyday, asking Him to shepherd us as we shepherd you. Without Him, this life is meaningless, hopeless, and empty. This world will try to tell you what success looks like (money, men, materials), but I beg you not to listen. When I sing you the songs that are straight from scripture or Daddy recites verses over you on Saturday mornings, it is to remind you that we need him every second of every day.
We love you and are thankful the Lord has given you to us to be your parents.
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| Our wonderful doctor, Dr. Haddock |
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| One of your beautiful newborn pictures |
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| Our Buddy, Wills |
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| Our Sweet Friend, Cooper |
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| Our Little Critter, Grayson |
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| You sure do love your Daddy! |
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| My Big Two Month Baby Girl |
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| Your newest trick! |
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| We love our Grandpa! |
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| You and Poppi |
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| Right after you were born, Aunt Ali held you |
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| You and your Aunt Lauren |
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| Aunt Katie can't get enough of you! |
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| You and your Grandmothers |
After a very restless night due to contractions, they started me on a medicine to make you come a little faster and broke my water. You were so warm and cozy inside my tummy that you didn't want to come out at first. After laboring all day, it was time to push at 12:30am Friday morning. I pushed for two and a half hours before you decided you wanted to come. At 2:59am on Friday, April 5th, you took your first breathe. We were so excited to have you here so that we could hold you and kiss you. You weighed 8 pounds, 8 ounces and were 21 inches long. Even though it was a very exhausting 27 hours, we couldn't be any more thankful that you were healthy and perfect.
Sweet Landry, please remember this: you are loved by your Daddy and me but we are here to shepherd you to know the Lord. He has entrusted us in this short time here on earth to be your parents. But he loves you more than we ever could. That thought is hard for me to wrap my head around since I love you more than I ever imagined. The question I have had to ask myself many times over and over again is "What does it look like to be a successful mom?" For a long time after you were born, I constantly felt like I was failing you because of thinking you were too hot, too cold, not full, too full, needed a pacifier, didn't need a pacifier, needed interaction, was over stimulated, and on and on. What I had to realize was success was showing you, even at this young of an age, that I need a Savior every single day. Without him, I am lost and so are you. Your Daddy and I cry out to Him everyday, asking Him to shepherd us as we shepherd you. Without Him, this life is meaningless, hopeless, and empty. This world will try to tell you what success looks like (money, men, materials), but I beg you not to listen. When I sing you the songs that are straight from scripture or Daddy recites verses over you on Saturday mornings, it is to remind you that we need him every second of every day.
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