Independence Day today, and the kids and I did a little after-breakfast craft, making flags with cardstock and glue to celebrate America's birthday. They were very into it, and I was pleased as it was a last-minute, use-what-we-have endeavor. Results were cute (confirmed by dad).It's been an intense few days. Thursday I was pondering the marker of our two-year residence in California and preparing for HF's and my 11-year anniversary, which was Saturday... when suddenly a much bigger event than either of these occurred early Friday. Our nephew, Samuel Robert, was born in the wee hours of the morning - 14 weeks early and weighing 1 lb 15 oz. My sister-in-law Gina had been in the hospital for two weeks because of early dilation, so she was certainly in the right place when he made his sudden appearance. Praise God for modern medicine, MA General Hospital, and the skill of today's neo-natal doctors.
The sweet boy, 13 inches head to toe, is doing well considering his circumstances, and he is surrounded by prayer, thankfulness for his life, and devotion. He has a long, long road ahead of him, and it is a supremely difficult and anxiety-ridden time for my brother and sister-in-law (the whole family, really - I have been rather a teary wreck myself). They are asking for prayers for their wee one, so please join us in holding him up before his Maker.
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