A different viewpoint...

The proud Grandfathers...

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The two most beautiful ladies in the world...

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Evidence of the party

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The mystery of life...

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What a mystery life is! To think, a 20inch long, 8lb 14 oz baby was living inside my 5ft 3in petite wife until yesterday...

Witnessing the beauty of birth is one of the most spectacular events ever. To know that you helped (ever so slightly) God create a life is a feeling not unlike euphoria; yet at the same time you cannot help feeling that everything else in your life is utterly insignificant...

I think of Adam, and how he must have felt when he first held Cain and realized he was a gift from God. How amazed must Adam have felt? A bit sad too, as I imagine he wanted to walk and talk with God as he had done in the garden of Eden; holding his little boy and showing him all of the beautiful things God had made. I can picture God looking down on them, wishing He could be there too...I can almost see the tears sliding down His face knowing things could never be the same...

I wonder if that is when Jesus decided he was willing to sacrifice himself; to help ease the anguish he saw on his father's face...

How thankful we all should be! Now I can walk and talk with God, showing my little girl all the beautiful things He has made.

My prayer is that Jenni and I will always remember that she is a gift from God, and that we never forget to share her with him...

She's here!

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Welcome to the party...

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What a way to view the world, as a big party! I know, I know, life isn't a party...but why can't we act like it?

We spend so much time watching, waiting, and hurrying in life; maybe that's why God made us wait nine months for each new life to arrive. How better to help us appreciate the sanctity and pleasure of enjoying life one day at a time?

(Got off track there.)

Back to the party; isn't that what you call a group of people--a party?

So, this group of people, sitting in a hospital room; will continue to be a party, as we wait for the guest of honor to arrive...

Coming soon (literally)...

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As Christmas draws near, so does the arrival of our baby girl.

When I stop and think about Mary and Joseph, I realize that I actually cannot imagine how it must have been for them.

While we have an entire nursery set up in anticipation, they probably had little more than a small house with a crib. We have a plethora of hospitals to choose from as the place to bring our little girl into the world; while the only choice for them was a stable, most likely filled to overflowing with dirty, smelly animals.

As a husband and soon to be father, I can only imagine the despair and worthless feeling which Joseph must have felt when he realized that he could not even provide a bed for his pregnant wife...

While I am grateful for the life God has blessed me with I cannot help but feel a bit self-indulgent when I think about how His son was brought into the world--and about the conditions which countless other children are born into around the world every day. Truly, I am grateful, and pray that God allows me to help others outside my daily vision, as well as those beyond our borders...

Stay tuned, for more posts as we prepare for Cosette, and as she prepares for us...

Josh

Waiting...(A letter from Cosette)

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There are seasons, in life, as well as in the atmosphere. This isn't a new concept, but one which has been a constant affliction of mankind since Adam and Eve's first experience with a new season. (I'm sure getting kicked out of paradise to fend for yourself in the harsh realities of this world was like going from the best day in Spring to the worst Winter day ever.)

Well, what does that have to do with this blog? It's a metaphor for the changes my parents are about to experience. I hope they aren't thinking of my birth as the worst Winter day ever; however I'm sure they must be marching toward that day with some apprehension.

The title of this letter is fitting, because while they are waiting for me to finally arrive; I am also waiting anxiously to meet them too. To begin the journey which God has planned for me and fulfill the destiny he has for me. His was the first voice I heard, when he told me he loved me and had a plan for my life...I hope he doesn't leave once I am born...

So many questions fill my little brain:

"Who am I? Why am I alive? Who are these people God has sent me to? Will they protect me? What do they look like? Why did God choose them, over everyone else? Do they love me, even though they have never seen me? Will they still love me after they have..."

I hope they do...Oh how I hope they do...