Happy 8th Birthday GABE!!!!!

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Successful Cribectomy..well, so far at least...

We have our room back today! Matt and I that is. Since Rhegan was born, her crib has been camping out in our bedroom...until today. We decided that since she was sleeping through the night quite consistently and nicely that is was time to have the girls share a room. I wasn't too sure how I was going to fit them both in Zoe's room, but we have successfully transplanted the crib, all accessories and even clothes from the master bedroom to what will from heretoforth (is that a word?) be known as "the girls' room" :-) Zoe has just been so excited and so far has done a great job leaving Rhegan alone while she sleeps. So we'll see how it goes.

Life is busy as usual around our house. Gabe turns 8 years old next week. HARD to believe that one. What an amazing journey his little life has been so far. I'm putting together a little slideshow to put on here, so you'll all get to enjoy that soon ;-)

It once was lost, but now it's found!

My ring that is. Back up to four days ago. Mindy and I were with our kids at the Howell city beach. I took my wedding ring off to put sunscreen on Gabe and Zoe. I set it right on top of my flip flops thinking to myself, "I will put this right back on...I won't forget." Of course they were famous last words. I never remembered to put on the ring and what's more, I didn't realize it was missing until we had been home for two hours. At that moment I gasped and my heart sunk with that terrible terrible feeling. I quick gathered the kids into the car and raced back to the beach to search. But there was no ring. No one had turned in a ring. The high school/college aged snack bar workers didn't really seem to care, barely scribbling down my name and number just in case. I was so sad. I dreaded telling Matt, knowing that he would understand but still not wanting to tell him that it was MY fault...I lost the ring all because of my forgetfulness and carelessness.

Fast forward to tonight: I am driving to Coldstone Creamery to get ice cream for the family (yes SWIP friends, I confess....) While driving I clearly hear the Lord say, "Go to the beach. Your ring is there. You'll find it." I don't know what compelled me to really go other than I knew it had been God's voice. So I went, drove up to the beach. It was about 7:30 pm after a stormy rainy day and there was one man sitting in a lawn chair on the grass. I walked over to the grassy area that I had already combed up one side and down the other 4 days earlier and there it was...just sitting there. Shiny and beautiful as ever. A little gooky and grimy, but all in tact.

God loves us. He really does.