The Start of a New Journey

I shared in my last post that God said he had something for me right now.

By something I mean that He is sending me to:

UGANDA!!!

I would like to take a moment and share my story!

Uganda, and specifically Watoto have been in my heart for a long long time, but God never said: "Lora, it's your time to go."

A little history, I began sponsoring an orphan in the Bbira village of Watoto in Uganda in 2012. Her name is Sarah. I frequently receive letters updating me on her favorite activities and pieces of art she has made me. Here are some examples:

     

The Watoto childrens choir has visited our church a couple of times. The first time they came I was given the opportunity to meet the choir and serve them and their leaders dinner before their beautiful concert. 

     

Watoto is a Christian based organization that rescues endangered and orphaned women and children. Each woman is then partnered with no more than 8 children (some may be her own biological children) and the woman is put in a position to raise these children as her own. She is looked at as their mum! 

I've always wanted to go, I've dreamed of going, but it was never the right time...until now.

A few weeks ago (3/27/15) I was speaking to a new found friend of mine, Cary, about the mission work she is doing in Belize. Her team leaves on Saturday--please join me in praying for them! I felt my heart begin to stir. I went to our Global Hope website through my church (Hope Community Church in Raleigh, NC) and saw that one of the missions trips they are planning for this year is a women's trip to Uganda, Africa. Immediately, I knew I had to look into more about this trip. The rest of the evening as I tried to relax, my mind just kept coming back to thoughts of travelling to Watoto.

During my quiet time the next morning I wrote in my prayer journal: "Uganda?" I closed it after my time with God and waited for an answer.

A few days later on 3/31/15 I received an email. Some of you may know that Kevin and I work in the 3 year old preschool room each Sunday at church. We enjoy it and teach the preplanned lessons that are sent to us. I received this email with April lessons and the bible verse for the month was Matthew 28:19

"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." 

I remember sitting and staring at the computer thinking....okay, well, that's my sign. Honestly, I tried to push it away for several days and I tried not to think about it. At that point it was revealed, "how can I teach this to a bunch of 3 year olds if I'm not willing to step out in faith and do it myself."

Then, this past weekend, was our trip to Charlotte.  You can read about that experience here. As I said before, God did have something bigger for me...he is pulling and tugging at my heart to go to Uganda!

The next day there was a prescheduled interest meeting at the church. After hearing what we would be doing my heart has sort have burst into flames over the work we will be doing there. The cost of the trip is a little daunting, but I will need to trust God with that detail. I believe as a woman we are supposed to support and foster other women in their journey.  Why do I believe that, well...it's simple. Titus 2: 3-5 says:

"Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God."

Women are to help other women as mentors, teachers, and friends. I learned during this meeting that this trip is specifically designed for about 15 women to go to Watoto to love on the mums of Watoto. To pamper them, disciple to them, love them, listen to them, help them, etc. 

Every day since the interest meeting I have woken up to feelings of "well, you don't have to go" and "it's really scary over there" and "that's a really long plane ride for someone who doesn't love to fly"--The truth is, I don't have to go, but I know that God is telling me to go, and can you imagine what I would miss out on if I didn't follow his calling in my life.  Truthfully I wake up with these feelings, and before I even arrive at work God happens in one way or another (music, phone cals or messages from friends, scripture, etc.) and reminds me that I am on the right track.  

This song has been on repeat in my life lately. When I heard it, it was one of those times I was pushing the idea of going as far away as I could. I have learned that this trip and this time I am able to spend has nothing to do with me. It has everything to do with God and what He will do in the hearts of those of us who are lucky enough to be used and the hearts of those we are going to see. It's way beyond little old me. 

So, what can you do?? I can currently think of 4 things:

1) Pray!  

I am seeking prayer warriors to pray for me, my team, and the women we are going to disciple to. Pray for our safety, our fundraising, our trip, our friends, our families. Pray that the women we will meet will be blessed and touched by our meeting and becoming friends. We are sisters of the most Holy God...the distance of the globe does not touch that! Feel free to send me facebook messages, snail mail, text, phone calls. Anything to spur me on in this journey would be greatly appreciated more than you would ever know.

2) Donate! 

This trip will cost $2,880 including airfare, lodging, and food.  It will also cover one fun excursion on a Safari in the pearl of Africa. These funds need to be raised through fundraising prior to August, 2015.All donations are tax deductible. If you would like to send money for my trip you may send those donations or love letters to:

Lora Rogers 

P.O. Box 1264

Apex, NC 27502

You may also make a donation online here

Please make checks payable to "Hope Community Church" with Lora Rogers-Uganda Women's Trip October 2015 in the memo line

If you wish to send cash it needs to be in an envelope with Lora Rogers-Uganda Women's Trip October 2015 on the front of it. If you are using cash and would like your cash donation to be tax deductible please include your information (name, address, email) on the envelope as well.

In terms of these donations, I need to communicate that if more funds are raised than needed, the excessive funds will go to other members on my teams if needed or will be used for other mission endeavors (like supplies for our trip, other mission trips, etc.) at Global Hope's discretion. There will also be no refunds in the event that a participant can't go on a trip or the trip is cancelled. Funds may be held over for a rescheduled trip for up to a year.

3) Share!

If you feel led, please share my story. You never know who will have the desire to help!

4) Ask Questions! 

Please write letters to the PO box above, or send email to lorarogers14@gmail.com or comment if you have any questions.  I'd also love to hear stories about trips you've been on in the past or little words of encouragement!

Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done.
–Psalm 105:1 

For more information on Watoto you could visit their website here

For more information on Global Hope at Hope Community Church you could visit their website here

Love you and thank you so much for your help!

The Dreaded Question

Me and God had a heart to heart this past weekend. I'm so glad to have peace and understanding.

It seems lately, everywhere we go, Kevin and I are approached with the questions "so, when are you going to have kids".  The question can be phrased and come out in a lot of different ways. The initial feeling strikes me like a low blow to the stomach. I'm pretty sure I make an ugly face. Of course I want children, I love children and always have. Of course this is something Kevin and I have talked about, and happily are on the same page. I understand that this is a logical "next step" for a couple of young marrieds.  Each and every time this questions is asked of me, it lingers in my mind for hours, days, weeks. It is a question that has been asked of me since we got engaged. What offends me most is that this is the only question asked. I provide my response, and the conversation is typically over. No one asks about my job (which I love), my hobbies (which I love), where I grew up, what my parents or sisters, or nieces and nephews are like, my favorite TV shows, the book I'm reading...

For years I have struggled with thoughts of inadequacy, and insecurity. Let me tell you, my husband, quite opposite of me, is someone who is typically unphased by most things from other people. He is VERY good at living in his own little bubble and only inviting others in his bubble if it is someone he wants to have there. There are frequently days that I wish I could learn this skill, then realize it wasn't my skill to have. That's what makes him, him, and me, me.

This is where God stepped in. This past weekend, the question bomb was dropped. Kevin and I standing next to each other. Answering the same questions time after time after time. Going to sleep that night was difficult. I wondered, "why does it bother me so much?" "Why do I care?" "Why do other people want to be all up in our business?" Truthfully, I was angry. Those feelings of inadequacy started creeping in. My thoughts were set on repeat of not having an identity until I am a mother. No one cares about learning about me and what I'm doing with my life...they just want to know when I'm going to produce a Lora or Kevin Jr. I felt broken.

As I sat in the passenger seat of the car the next morning, it clicked. God tapped me on the shoulder and said "Little girl, you are worth more than that!" "Little girl, it doesn't matter what they think." "Little girl, I haven't messed up yet, trust me and my timing." "Little girl, I'll let you know when you're ready to begin the journey as a parent." "Little girl, you are okay and so happy with being a wife right now, enjoy it, because once a little one comes--it will never be just the two of you again." "Little girl, maybe I have something else I want you to do right now that you won't be able to do after kids come along." "Little girl, calm down, take a deep breath, I have plans for you."

Truthfully, I don't even know if I am going to struggle with infertility or miscarriages yet, but I can't imagine how heartbroken I would be if I did and was asked this question repetitively. I live in a state of heartbrokeness for my friends who struggle in this area. If the questioning bothers me so badly, I can't imagine how it feels to be living in the midst of that sort of struggle while dealing with the questions.

I suppose I wrote all of this to say:
1) If you are the question asker--maybe it would behoove you to stop asking and take some time to get to know the person you are asking, maybe they are waiting for a reason, maybe they are seriously hurting and broken from infertility or past miscarriages and just waiting for someone to talk to who seems like they halfway care. Maybe they want to enjoy life as a young married, after all, 90% of the people who ask the question and pester you to have kids probably wish they had waited a little longer anyway.
2) If you are the questions receiver-know that you are not alone. Know that God has a plan for you. Know that you are so loved.

My Thoughts on Marriage Just 9 Months In

This week, I have been married for 9 months. Just a blip on the radar in this thing we call life. It has been the biggest and best adventure I have ever embarked on. Time has literally flown by. I am so happy that I can spend forever with my best friend. Please don't get me wrong, I'm no marriage expert, but I have learned a few things though in this short time.

People are Nosey
We got married on June 21, 2014 and on June 22nd the questions started flowing..."Are you going to quit your job??" "When are you going to have kids??" The first question was easy to answer, the second, not so much. Having a child is serious business. Something that will happen when we are ready, and God knows we're ready.  I trust Him with that, but I'm still praying daily for wisdom in how to answer these questions without sounding snotty or offended.  I suppose the questions come out of general concern for our well-being, right?

Give the Best Part of You to Your SPOUSE
We both work, and work hard. We come home, and as tempting as it is to sit on the couch and decompress it is so important that we take that time and spend it together. I'm not saying we have to go on a date every night, but the element of communication in a marriage is so worth it. Save a little energy....positive energy....for when you walk through the door.  A woman that I heard speak, Tara Furman, from "Knowing God Ministries" asked during an event, "Is your dog the first person who greets your husband when he gets home?" That really made me think. P.S. you should look up Tara's Facebook/Website--you will be blessed.

Being a Wife is Hard, but Rewarding, Work. 
Being a wife is Kingdom work.  Being an obedient, loving, kind, respectful, caring, wife is Kingdom work.  I strive for the Proverbs 31 standard daily.  I also fall short daily. There are definitely times that say rude things, but I've also learned to not be scared to say "I'm sorry!" Those are powerful words. When I took the vow of marriage, it was between me, Kevin, and GOD.  A reflection of the Holy Trinity.  This relationship is Holy, and hopefully a reflection of The One who created the two of us, and destined us to be together. I love thinking about that.

I Have to Stop Comparing Myself to Other Wives
Thankfully, Kevin makes being a wife an easy job. He tells me all the time how thankful he is, and that I'm doing a good job. Then why do I second guess myself?  Why do I put unnecessary pressure on myself to be like other women and lose sight of the fact that my husband loves and appreciates me just the way I am.  That's beautiful.

Ups and Downs are INEVITABLE 
Since Kevin and I got married a lot of things have happened to us personally, relationally, inside our home, and outside of our home.  We have really taken to heart a bible verse we studied in our premarital class at church.

5 and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’? 6 So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.” 
Matthew 19:5-6 

In other translations the word united is written as cleave.  Biblically, cleave means to cling, or to stick like glue.  This is something we do not take lightly in our little household.  There are days that we have to close the door to the outside stuff and literally cling to each other. 

Premarital Counseling was Incredible and Worth Every Second

I hear a lot of people bash the idea of going through premarital counseling, but it was something that the pastor who performed our wedding ceremony required us to do.  I will say it was one of the most rewarding experiences I have ever had. Let me tell you, as a young married, there are so many things that you have to agree on with your spouse and a lot of these things, you won't think of on your own.  The premarital counseling class that we took, put each of those topics on the table and gave us a starting point and questions to ask and answer. This not only, opened the doors of communication, but also increased our level of comfort with each other.  It also solidified the ideas that I had about how perfect we were together.  

I'm sure that as the years tick on and our lives pass by this list will grow and grow.  God has blessed us so much and I am so thankful that I have the opportunity to spend each day loving, supporting, and helping my husband. We definitely don't have it all together, but with each other, we feel like we have it all.  

Love you, friend! 

The cow says moo and gives us milk...

or so I thought. Now milk apparently comes from almonds!

I'm 27 years old and just found out that I have developed a dairy intolerance. My GI doctor says that this is a common thing to develop at any age. This doesn't really come as any surprise considering the months of GI issues and family history of lactose intolerance, but I didn't realize how HARD this would be. I find things especially difficult since my husband is practically made of cheese. We've sort of come to grips with the fact that we will likely be eating different things, and that's okay.

Here are some conclusions I have come to in the last week and my first week of dairy free eating:

1. It is really hard to not be a pest.

Most of you who know me, know that I pride myself on being a very easy going person. I enjoy going with the flow and being as little of a burden as possible. This past week I have had to tell a lot of people, "Please, no butter" or "please don't worry about me, I can bring food of my own." or "My husband loves cheese so he would probably love if you would just cook that for him." Currently, I am struggling with being a pest. Please don't take it personally when I can't eat your food. Please know that I am grateful for your generosity in cooking, I know it is not always an easy task. If you live out of town and I am coming to visit you, please don't feel like you have to go out and buy something special for me. If we are going out to eat together, please don't look at me as obnoxious when I ask the waiter for an allergen menu, or ask if there is dairy in the bread. I am doing these things, and asking these questions so I don't have a stomach ache, so that I don't have to suffer with the consequences. Believe me, dairy is delicious, and I would eat it if I could. Which leads me to my next point:

2. Eating out is going to be VERY difficult.
Kevin and I attempted to go out on a date on Friday night, and we went to a birthday party on Saturday night. I suppose gone are the day that I can order what looks absolutely delicious. Gone are the days that I can sort of fly by the seat of my pants and check out the menu for the first time as I sit down at the table. Gone are the days that I can eat with friends and not feel like I'm being completely obnoxious. Believe me, I know you have that friend that gets on your nerves with what you believe is their "fake gluten intolerance" or "fake dairy intolerance". I'm here to say that there is nothing fake about it. I'm not making up the fact that my tummy hurts, I wish I was.
3. Food is a sign of affection. 
People love to cook for you and feed you and make sure that you're comfortable, but please don't let it hurt your feelings if you bake me a cake, or cook me some mashed potatoes that I don't eat them. It hurts me and makes me feel rude just as much as it may hurt you. I'm sorry.
4. Unsweetened almond milk seriously tastes like liquid almonds...vanilla and chocolate are MUCH better. 
Yes, I believe that almond milk has become my calcium source of choice. After speaking with the doctor and a dietitian, I feel like I have made an informed decision that almond milk is what is best for me. Lactaid is chemically produced. Most people who have a dairy intolerance also don't do so well with soy. I'm also allergic to coconut. That pretty much leaves almond milk as my choice. It is definitely going to take some getting used to, but I'm doing it. My difficulty with dairy does not occur on the same day and my doctor advised me to try to stay away from Lactaid of any form and to avoid dairy entirely instead of just taking a Lactaid pill. which leads me to my next point:
5. Everyone else is different from me. 
What's best for me may not be what's best for you, or your sister, or grandma, or your child, or your neighbor. Each person with a dairy intolerance experiences something different. Sometimes dairy can cause people an unbelievable amount of diarrhea. Sometimes it's constipation. Sometimes it's bloating. Sometimes it's cramping. Sometimes it's a mixture or combination of all or some of these things. I'm not far enough into my dairy free journey to know if a little bit of milk will hurt me. Please be patient with me while I attempt to figure this out. All I know is that God made me special and just the way I am. I'm not asking for your acceptance, I don't need that. I'm asking for tolerance and patience.
6. I'm happy to live in America.
I'm happy to live in a place where I can go to the doctor and discuss personal issues and brainstorm solutions. I'm happy to live in a place where I have women on my medical team to make me     feel more at ease discussing these things. I'm thankful for the availability of medications like live, dairy free, probiotics. I'm so very thankful that I get to wake up each day and have the ability to go to my refrigerator and have access to foods that are safe for me. I'm thankful that I have been given a wonderful husband and family and friends to support me in this really weird new beginning.
7. The body is an incredible thing. 
I knew before that God doesn't make mistakes, but now I really know. It is incredible how your body can respond defensively to things that it knows it cannot handle. It is amazing that each body is different. It's amazing how quickly we can bounce back. I took away something that my body considers a toxin and I can feel as good as I do in only 4 days. It's incredible that each piece of me has a purpose and that should not be abused. Thanks God!
8. I feel SO much better! 
I'm no longer dealing with the anxiety of needing to use the restroom a bunch of times in the day. I'm no longer having to show up at work with a tummy ache while attempting to do my job the best can. I can now devote 100% of my attention on other things that are important to me. I'm living a much healthier (for me) lifestyle. I finally feel like I manage my day. All of this has happened in 7 days! 7 days ago I was terrified and worried, which can be debilitating.


And that's that. Please let me know if you have any tips on living dairy free or thoughts on the topic. Please know that I love all of you and hope that you can help me start (and continue) this new adventure.

My Thoughts on Christmas

I find that it is so easy to get wrapped up in the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season. Have you finished your shopping? When is the Christmas party? Did you remember to move the elf? Have you baked all your Christmas cookies?  This year is our first Christmas being married, which means, adding to the list: whose family will we spend Christmas with? What should I give to my in-laws?  The stress of all of this can often seem paralyzing, not to mention life continuing to go on around us. I find myself hearing every day of tragedy that happens: A friend who believes her teenage daughter is spiraling out of control. Eviction/Foreclosure. A miscarriage. An injury. A divorce. An addiction. A death. Debt.

Truth is, we are all broken somehow, but this time of year is supposed to be so happy!  How can we keep joy in Christmas? I have found myself pondering this point often this December, as my family deals with struggles of its own.  I have boiled it down to these points.

Grace:

Kindness from God that we do not deserve.  Look around, people are suffering from a lot of different things, which causes us to act in ways that are not very pretty. However, for some reason we are still so loved by God. 

Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. Hebrews 4:16 (NIV)

There is nowhere else we should turn. His arms are open wide...waiting for us to turn to Him. In the midst of all of this struggle and brokenness his grace is sufficient for all of our needs.

Without the first Christmas, we wouldn’t have the first Easter:

This Christmas holiday is so important in so many ways that seem to get lost in the shuffle.  The baby that came on Christmas is the King who came to change all nations. This tiny baby came to fix the mess. He changes everything! We know that this is not just some crazy folktale, but that this same tiny baby is the same great Savior who died on a cross to redeem.

God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but to save the world through him. John 3:17 (NLT)

 Relax!:

It will all come together.  It will all be perfect.  Who cares if there aren’t enough cookies? Who cares if the perfect gifts are still not wrapped and under the tree? Who cares if you can’t make it to just one of the 10 Christmas parties you have been invited to? This is supposed to be a season of peace, not chaos (easier said than done, I know).

And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful. Colossians 3:15 (NLT)

Take a deep breath, and refocus your lens on the true purpose of this season.  Even if life seems to be a complete wreck, enjoy time with people. Make memories. Reflect. Pray. Be thankful.

Our Proposal Story

SOOOO, we're engaged!! I can hardly believe that I am so lucky to be able to say that and be Kevin's fiancé. God has blessed me so much with such a wonderful, godly man.

I would like to take a quick second to say thank you so much for everyone's support, kind words, encouragement, hugs, phone calls, texts, Facebook comments and likes, instagram comments and likes.  Your words mean so much to us and we cannot wait to start our lives as Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Rogers.

Among the congratulations, I have had a million requests to hear: the proposal story and an upclose picture of the ring. I leaked pictures of the ring on instagram yesterday, (if you don't follow me, you should-lix87) but now you have come to the right place to see pictures.

Kevin and I have come a long way from this blog post, if you want to read the story of how we met from mine and his perspective. HOORAY!

The Proposal:

Kevin and his sweet self came to my house after work on Friday after we had been planning to go to Mellow Mushroom for dinner nearly all week. I drove (it was part of the deal because Kevin hates driving in downtown areas) It's part of the package of being with him--before you get the wrong idea, I get carsick, so it works out well. We got out of the car and I started walking toward the restaurant. Bear in mind it was about 12 degrees so I was ready to get inside (who could blame me, right?!). Kevin tapped me and was like, no, let's go this way.  So we walked up the steps into the American Tobacco Campus, the former home of Lucky Strike.  It's a very historic area of Durham and has been renovated to have a river running through the middle of the entire thing.

However, because it is 12 degrees outside the river has been turned off. It's okay though, it is still one of my favorite spots to wander and still very beautiful in the freezing cold.  Many, many things have been celebrated in this area for me, several birthdays, anniversaries, several of mine and Kevin's date nights, graduations, getting a first job, the home of my favorite minor league baseball team (which is right next door), etc.

So, we walked and walked and walked in the frigid temperatures to my favorite spot in Durham.

A part of this precious historic area that is off the beaten path which overlooks the fountain (when it's running) and a train. When the fountain is running it is noisy and it's a place I love to sit and just reflect.  This is also the place I celebrated my 25th birthday, alone, at midnight.

On this day though, Friday, January 24th 2014, it is a place that became even more special to me.  It's a place where Kevin told me how much he loves me, how much he desires to spend his life with me and only me, how much he wants to create a family together, to come home to me every day, for it to be us forever.  He waited a second, we looked around and took in the moment. Then, I cried a little as he got down on one knee and said the four words I've been dreaming of hearing him say..."will you marry me?"  Four simple words that mean so much.  Of course I said yes!  We hugged and kissed and tried to keep each other warm.

He put a beautiful, sparkly, ring on my finger.  One that has 88 diamonds on it.  87 small (to symbolize the year I was born) adding one more (88, to symbolize the year Kevin was born). Yes, he's younger than me :).

This is stock photo, which shows it with the matching wedding band, which will also be mine in a few months:

I couldn't be more happy.  We are and were completely elated to share this moment with our family. As we waited for a table at Mellow Mushroom (one of our favorite restaurants) we took turns calling loved ones and hugging and kissing as our hands were turning into icicles. I couldn't call my dad, because he was working so we had to wait for that.  He knew though, because my sweet, precious, patient, brave man sat down and asked for my dad's blessing earlier that week. On this night we took time spent together, prayed together, thanked God for our life together, ate delicious food, held hands a lot, looked at my ring a lot, laughed til our bellies hurt, shared the news with our waitress, family, and close friends, hugged and kissed a lot, and just enjoyed the night.

And that my friends, is the second beginning of our love story =) We have so much life ahead of us and hope to fill it with nothing but love. We thank you so much for sharing in our excitement and for being so wonderful.  We love you all.

Love,

Kevin and Lora

(The Soon To Be Mr. and Mrs. Rogers)

Baby Adeline Elaine Farnell

It's been awhile.  I realize this.  The latter part of the summer has been spent enjoying life, starting a new job, and trying to relax as much as I can.

On August 27, 2013 a dear friend and coworker of mine, Stephanie, gave birth to a precious little girl. I spent countless hours harassing her husband for updates. After DAYS of having contractions little Adeline Elaine made her debut and the world has definitely become a better place.  

I've seen little Adeline a few times since she made her first appearance and Stephanie is patient enough with me to watch me googoo and gaga over her new mini me. 

Stephanie and Eric may be my most favorite people in this world.  They love the Lord, have the most incredible humor, are crazy about each other, and now they have the most precious little family I think I've ever seen.  

I bought a camera yesterday after giving my dad my 'point and shoot' camera.  Working a second job has come in handy for a little bit of extra spending money.  I am blessed for that!

Kevin and I stopped after church today for my very first attempt at a newborn photoshoot.  Below are about a million photos of my first attempt.  Don't judge me too much, I'm definitely an amateur.  It's HARD to shoot a newborn, especially one who had a really hard time falling asleep, but we finally got it!  

When I first got there she was WIDE eyed.  No sleeping for this girl anytime soon. 

 Daddy, you got a tattoo for me????

 As an aside, Stephanie and Eric also house one of my favorite dogs, Gus.  He might be the cutest thing in the entire world.  I still can't believe he's 10.  He was my bud through the whole thing and has become the worlds best big brother!  He loves his sister.  

This first picture also shows Kevin who is the best boyfriend, tolerating my hours of googoo and gaga over this baby.  (hehe)

Back to the subject!

While baby was having a hard time, I took it upon myself to photograph random things in her room.  

 Still awake, but getting VERY sleepy.

More room shots:

 STILL AWAKE....

 DIAPER STRIPE!!! GO AWAY!!!

She's OUTTA THERE!!!

Stephanie and Eric, thank you for sharing this precious miracle with me for a day.  I am so thankful to God for blessing your family with a precious little girl.  I appreciate your patience with me as I invaded your home.  I hope you find some keepers out of these.  

Love you both and your baby girl (and Gus man too)

<3