The last Saturday of December we had family photos taken.
It’s one of things that I didn’t really want to do. (I hate having someone else take my picture these days.) But I knew it was important. (The mom needs to stay in the picture.)
So for a couple of hours the ever patient Leah Fontaine (who Harry kept trying to head butt in her adorable second-trimester belly!), came into our home, and captured us as we are right now in this season.
This crazy, sleepless, loud, exhausting, repetitive toddler/newborn season.
I wouldn’t trade any of it.
I am so grateful for these three loves. Sometimes I can hardly even believe this is real life. (Though the chaos of my house and the amount of laundry I have to do tells me it is.)
I was (almost) always sure God would make me a mother someday, though I did have some dark days of doubt. I’m grateful I surrendered to allowing God to write my story of motherhood, because it is beyond what I could have hoped or imagined.
Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. Ephesians 3:20.









































