Some Pictures

Well...it's been busy, to say the least. We've loved every second. I want to write about the day Luke was born and so does John, but we're just now navigating life with a few hours of sleep, eating and diaper changing, so it might have to wait a few days.

Needless to say, it was a beautiful and wonderful day.

Again, we cannot say how loved and supported we've felt over the last few days...well, longer than that, really, but certainly in the days leading up to Luke being born and since. Thanks to everyone who has friended us or asked us to text about how Luke is doing--it's so easy to update that way, and these days, all I have time to do! In fact, as I type, my inbox has 1688 emails...my FB messages? 347. I cannot possibly express enough gratitude for the support and encouragement and just want to apologize upfront for not being a bit better about updating and messaging back. At least 3 times a day, John says, "I don't get it. I don't understand why so many people care. It's just unreal."

I don't know what to tell him, other than through tears, that it's obvious our sweet boys have already made big impacts on this little world. We are truly humbled.

I don't have the time to fully write all I want to, but I have to write this or else I may forget and I just hold what happened this morning so precious. Around 6 this morning, Luke was about to start a feeding. (Oh boy, feeding....but another day!) John was sleeping beside me, and it was just getting light. I was basking Luke in...amazed that this sweet little boy was in my arms and just so grateful to God for that very second. Luke was sort of waking up, half smiling, half rolling his eyes around like he was possessed...all in all, just making sweet little faces. We've talked about how much newborns smile in their sleep--make all these expressions--and we wonder what they are thinking of and dreaming of. Someone once told me that they really believed that in those first few days, they are still so connected to Heaven that the smiles and sweet looks are just reflections of that connection. I told Luke that I didn't know if that was true, but if it was, and he maybe...just maybe was somehow communicating with his brother, I wanted him to let Matthew know how much we loved him and missed him and were so grateful for them both. I kissed Luke all over, and kissed him some more and said, "If you can, please give these kisses to Matthew for Mommy..."

My sweet boy puckered back. It was as obvious and evident as anything I've ever seen--Luke puckered back and I have no doubt those were kisses from my Matthew.

Kisses from my boys this morning...the most precious way to start a day.

Speaking of precious...here are some pictures! They are of various times and dates, but just wanted to share some sweet baby Luke!