HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVE MAHEALANI!
WE LOVE YOU MORE THEN WORDS CAN EXPRESS!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Really
Just found out that 2 people I hold dear to my heart (My Pop's and mi abuela) are in Israel! Walking & witnessing where the Savior walked, talked, taught, smiled etc.. It was my Abuela's last request before she dies. They just decided to go a few weeks ago. If that's not Spontaneous I don't know what is.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tender Moments
1. Driving home in the car Eve yells out "Mommy, I love you"! I respond with an energetic Motherese voice"I love you Eve!" and we went back and forth repeating those very words the whole way home.
2. A few weeks ago we were driving from San Diego to Utah and we stopped in St. George to walk on temple grounds. Eve was being a pill a good portion of the way that I just wanted to fly away and dissapear, but as soon as we step foot into the visitor center her countenance changed. She held my hand and pointed to every picture the Savior was in, saying "Jesus" with the biggest smile. When we reached the Christus she listen intently as the presentation began. She just wanted to run up to the statue of Christ. She kept saying the Lord's name over and over again in such a tender and loving way. Mark and I made eye contact with one another and just embraced that SWEET moment. For a brief moment I actually felt like a good parent. I got to be honest most of the time I don't feel that way because I feel like my daughter wants to be a little terror and I'm so stinking hard on myself it's insane, but like I mention earlier it was so beautiful to see her so HAPPY & FULL OF LIGHT! It was at this moment I understood what the Lord was saying when he said "Behold your little ones"
*I Know it seems like I fell off the face of the earth. It's kind of felt that way actually, but I will slowly but surely give the update on what's been going on these past 5 months. Crazy! Bear with me my Ohana:)
2. A few weeks ago we were driving from San Diego to Utah and we stopped in St. George to walk on temple grounds. Eve was being a pill a good portion of the way that I just wanted to fly away and dissapear, but as soon as we step foot into the visitor center her countenance changed. She held my hand and pointed to every picture the Savior was in, saying "Jesus" with the biggest smile. When we reached the Christus she listen intently as the presentation began. She just wanted to run up to the statue of Christ. She kept saying the Lord's name over and over again in such a tender and loving way. Mark and I made eye contact with one another and just embraced that SWEET moment. For a brief moment I actually felt like a good parent. I got to be honest most of the time I don't feel that way because I feel like my daughter wants to be a little terror and I'm so stinking hard on myself it's insane, but like I mention earlier it was so beautiful to see her so HAPPY & FULL OF LIGHT! It was at this moment I understood what the Lord was saying when he said "Behold your little ones"
*I Know it seems like I fell off the face of the earth. It's kind of felt that way actually, but I will slowly but surely give the update on what's been going on these past 5 months. Crazy! Bear with me my Ohana:)
Monday, June 8, 2009
Oh Hawaii Nei, We Miss You Already
Eve was adored by my brother and sister
Chanelle and Eve
One of my favorite things to do is nurse while looking at the ocean. Mark was a little sneaky by capturing this shot.
We had a barbeque at Ali'i beach park
Mark trying to nurse Esther at Kahana bay
Eve had so much fun at Kahana bay. Everytime we tried to take her out of the water she threw a tantrum.
I discovered that Mark turns into a kid at the beach. He really had fun playing with Eve.
This girl loves the water and the sand.
My little pearl as calm as can be while taking a bath with mama.
Every evening my pop's feeds the birds. This time he took Eve along and she was a little scared at first when they all started flying towards her but after awhile she loved it.
We just loved the North East side of the island and we could not get enough of it. This is Castle's next to Malekahana.
Ko'olina the first lagoon.
Kawela bay
There were honu's (sea turtles) galore. I always get excited when I see honu's.
Eve's foot prints at Kawela bay.
Joey and his beautiful wife Georgette had us over for dinner to eat some Hawaiian food, oh I was in heaven. Thank you so much again you two!
Ko'olina the fourth lagoon.
She is such a happy baby and we love her alot. Well to sum up the trip; besides Eve's horrible tantrums we had a lot of fun going to the beach and spending time with family. It's going to be a while before we go back to Hawaii. Mark and I learned valuable lessons on what to do and what not to do when traveling with keiki's.
P.s. I got the chance to do a photo shoot of one of my good friends (a.k.a my other sister) Chanelle Kanani. We had so much fun:) Check it out and let me know what you think. http://photographybyleilani.wordpress.com/2009/06/08/lanikohonua-where-heaven-meets-the-earth/#more-6
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sweet Moments
1. During FHE (Family Home Evening) this past week, randomly Eve Mahealani pointed up and said "daddy" we stopped the lesson and just watched her. She then proceeded to find each picture of the Savior in our home pointing to each one saying "daddy, daddy, daddy". It was such a sweet moment, I felt the spirit tickle my heart.
2. Mahealani has started to be kinder to her sister by kissing her all the time. That's how she shows her love because she is shown love that way. Unfortunately she doesn't realize that kissing someone with snot all over your nose and mouth is just not kosher. I feel stuck at those moments because I want to praise her for being gentle and loving towards her sister instead of her old habit of hitting but she's so gross with the snot I don't want her to touch her.
3. One Saturday morning we were all so tired because we had a long night. If it wasn't Kaile'a crying it was Mahealani, if it wasn't Mahealani it was Kaile'a. Anyhow Mark and I didn't want to get out of bed so we brang the girls to us. As I laid there in bed with my wonderful husband and two daughters despite my exhaustion I thought "wow, I'm so blessed". I felt good, peaceful and full of love with my cute little family.
4. I was exercising at the gym the other night and this mother and father started to run on the track, not even 10 seconds into their run I heard this screaming little girl chasing after them about 50 yards behind them. She looked about 6 years old. She was afraid that her parents were leaving her. The parents assured her that they could see her but she was still afraid. I'm sure you've seen something similar happen when you are just a few yards from your child and they freak out. Well I pondered that for a bit while I was running in circles. When I was in the premortal existence I'm pretty sure I had a hard time leaving Heavenly Father. I probably screamed a ton because I wanted to be near him. I just wonder if that's any reason why new Born's cry so much. I mean, besides the physical reasons. Spiritually they need to feel close to their parents. They need to be cuddled & swaddled in arms of love. Can you imagine if they could talk? What would they reveal to us? I think that's why language is developmentally a process. Hmmm?
5. Mahealani has been humming her alphabets and saying a letter here and there through out the song. It's darling to watch. She is also mimicking me in a positive way of course. She pretends that she is the mommy, so she'll quickly slip on my high heels and purse. After that she'll grab one of her bears and place a blanket over it. Then put her bear in Kaile'a's car seat and rock the bear. It's really cute to witness.
6. Mark and I have been taking turns in taking Eve to the park. Getting her out of the house to burn energy, get some sun, and spend quality time with each parent. It has seriously been so fun and adorable to watch her run all over the place. It's really good for me to spend one on one time with her because then I remember she's still a baby to. Because when I'm at home with the both of them I just let her do her own thing because she seems so much bigger then her sister but you know what developmentally she's still a baby. I just need to remember that and stop unconsciously comparing her to her sister.
2. Mahealani has started to be kinder to her sister by kissing her all the time. That's how she shows her love because she is shown love that way. Unfortunately she doesn't realize that kissing someone with snot all over your nose and mouth is just not kosher. I feel stuck at those moments because I want to praise her for being gentle and loving towards her sister instead of her old habit of hitting but she's so gross with the snot I don't want her to touch her.
3. One Saturday morning we were all so tired because we had a long night. If it wasn't Kaile'a crying it was Mahealani, if it wasn't Mahealani it was Kaile'a. Anyhow Mark and I didn't want to get out of bed so we brang the girls to us. As I laid there in bed with my wonderful husband and two daughters despite my exhaustion I thought "wow, I'm so blessed". I felt good, peaceful and full of love with my cute little family.
4. I was exercising at the gym the other night and this mother and father started to run on the track, not even 10 seconds into their run I heard this screaming little girl chasing after them about 50 yards behind them. She looked about 6 years old. She was afraid that her parents were leaving her. The parents assured her that they could see her but she was still afraid. I'm sure you've seen something similar happen when you are just a few yards from your child and they freak out. Well I pondered that for a bit while I was running in circles. When I was in the premortal existence I'm pretty sure I had a hard time leaving Heavenly Father. I probably screamed a ton because I wanted to be near him. I just wonder if that's any reason why new Born's cry so much. I mean, besides the physical reasons. Spiritually they need to feel close to their parents. They need to be cuddled & swaddled in arms of love. Can you imagine if they could talk? What would they reveal to us? I think that's why language is developmentally a process. Hmmm?
5. Mahealani has been humming her alphabets and saying a letter here and there through out the song. It's darling to watch. She is also mimicking me in a positive way of course. She pretends that she is the mommy, so she'll quickly slip on my high heels and purse. After that she'll grab one of her bears and place a blanket over it. Then put her bear in Kaile'a's car seat and rock the bear. It's really cute to witness.
6. Mark and I have been taking turns in taking Eve to the park. Getting her out of the house to burn energy, get some sun, and spend quality time with each parent. It has seriously been so fun and adorable to watch her run all over the place. It's really good for me to spend one on one time with her because then I remember she's still a baby to. Because when I'm at home with the both of them I just let her do her own thing because she seems so much bigger then her sister but you know what developmentally she's still a baby. I just need to remember that and stop unconsciously comparing her to her sister.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Oh Yes, Hawaii
After seeing my doctor a few weeks ago she suggested that we keep Esther in the home for 2 months. For so many reasons. So to avoid cabin fever, I've been exercising at night while Mark stays home with the girls. Exercising has seriously kept my sanity. Now that we have two keiki's I feel the need to simplify my life even more. Which means the house chores can be put off when we get the chance. If I'm not able to attend something, I won't. And I decided I'm not going to beat myself up for it because I said "No thank you". I've always been a Yes person. Now I'm learning how to say no and I don't even feel guilty. I strongly feel that my first calling is a wife and then a mother. So with those two callings at this moment in my life, I got my hands full. When things start to settle and I get the hang of things, the word Yes will enter in my vocabulary once again. I just don't think young mothers should feel guilty for having the desire to magnify there first two callings. Anyhow, I realize some people may feel different and that's okay. You should do what you feel is right. Alright, I wasn't planning on talking about that, moving on. We are going to Hawaii in a month for a week. I'm so pumped! I can't wait to see Eve play in the water. That's all I think about these days. Along with seeing my loved ones. You can guarantee I'm going to soak up the sun.
May Goals:
1. Attend the temple at least once
2. Finish at least one book
About 3 weeks ago it snowed. I took Eve outside to play in it and make a snow man. This time around she didn't cry the whole time, just half of the time. She was so funny to observe. My mother stayed in the house and watched Esther so I could spend quality time with Eve.
Esther hasn't had a bowel movement in about a week, but she has been having stinky gas.
Eve has her cute moments with her sister. Moments mind you, other times it's hitting and running away.
Oh, I'm in love with my family!
May Goals:
1. Attend the temple at least once
2. Finish at least one book
About 3 weeks ago it snowed. I took Eve outside to play in it and make a snow man. This time around she didn't cry the whole time, just half of the time. She was so funny to observe. My mother stayed in the house and watched Esther so I could spend quality time with Eve.
Esther hasn't had a bowel movement in about a week, but she has been having stinky gas.
Eve has her cute moments with her sister. Moments mind you, other times it's hitting and running away.
Oh, I'm in love with my family!Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Week 1
When we left the hospital Esther's Jaundice level was a 7.6. I wasn't alarmed at first because Eve was a little Jaundice as well and then it went away. But when her Jaundice level shot up to a 14.7 I was freaking out. Any chance we got we would strip her down to her diaper and place her in the sunlight. Thankfully its been slowly going down. Her nursing is getting a little bit better we are no longer feeding her with a syringe. She's learning how to suck better in the mean while I've been pumping like crazy! Surprisingly she hasn't gotten confused which was my fear, but has made big improvements. I'm trying to involve Eve more in caring for Esther and she does such a great job! I love my girls!
On Easter Sunday Esther was blessed. Mark's family came down for the special occasion and it was so wonderful to have their support. We felt loved! My mother was in attendance as well and thought it was a sweet experience.
Our little family
Fun with the cousins
First sunny day in a while. All of us embracing!
How can you not believe in God when loved ones like them walk into your life!
It's been a great week! I couldn't have asked for anything better. Love is a beautiful thing!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Esther's Birth Story
Warning: This is for personal history purposes, so if you're not in to detailed explanations, I wouldn't even attempt to read it.
Well you know, it wasn't anything I expected nor could have prepared for how it all went down. I don't mean to compare but when I think of laboring for Eve, I think of PAIN, SUFFERING, ANGER & LOVE. Her birth story was indeed a spiritual experience but it just didn't feel good. I don't know if that makes sense but it does for me. I guess I just want to say that not all spiritual experiences are pleasurable. Okay with that background knowledge let me move on to Esther's birth. I started feeling contractions at 1:30am on the 3rd of April. They were pretty noticeable so of course I got excited, but I didn't want to wake up Mark or my mom just in case it was a false alarm so I hung out in the bathroom for a while texting my sister. The contractions were about 10-15 minutes apart, but after about an hour it started drifting and became very irregular. So irregular that I just went back to bed. Thinking that I needed to rest up for the big ones. Who am I kidding, didn't get an ounce of sleep. The excitement overcame me and I just wanted them to come faster so I started visualizing my uterus blossoming like a flower. I focused on my breathing so I could be completely relaxed. I even invited my body to allow more pain so I could speed up the process. After a while I thought maybe Mark could help move this process even faster if he could show a little affection, but he was out of it. He just turned over and went back to sleep. I kept visualizing in my mind how determined I was to have a pleasurable birth experience no matter how much pain I was feeling. I thought for sure the baby would come by 6am, but time past and it was now 8am. Mark and I were trying to decide if he should take off work or stay home since they were so far apart. Because we weren't sure what was going to happen he stayed home with me. They were so far apart I kind of forgot that I was in labor. The whole day I was nauseated and had bad diarrhea. Yup that was my labor! When it got to 5pm I encouraged my mother and mark to leave the house and go grocery shopping. Since they were in the house all day just waiting for some action on my part. When they left the contractions started to get more noticeable so I stayed in the tub for about 2 hours. It just relieved the pain. After my bath I tried to eat dinner with my family but as I looked at my plate I just wanted to throw up. I left the table and quickly went into the living room so I can crawl on the floor. It took so much pressure off my bottom, it felt great. I looked like an 80 year old tiger crawling around and rocking back and forth. After dinner I just wanted to take my mind off of the nausea so we popped in a movie. Half way through the movie I told Mark what the heck lets start timing these contractions. Each contraction I had I would gulp some hot herbal tea down and that made it feel better. By the 3rd contraction that hour I felt my little girl reach out her hand and POP, my water broke. I ran to the bathroom to see what it looked like and it wasn't what I expected. It was a mustard color. I remember reading that it was supposed to be clear or a pinkish color, so I started to get worried. We quickly gathered everything into the car and before we left I had Mark give me a blessing. When we got to the hospital it was about 10pm and I notice the color of the water was a light green. I knew it was metaconium (Baby's first poop) When I told them my water had broke and the color of it, they immediately admitted me in. I gave them my birth plan and requested a wireless monitor so could walk around and ease the pain but they told me my birth plan needs to change. Because she pooped in the water bag she was at a high risk of pneumonia, also every time I had a contraction her heart rate would drop. They were afraid that she was under fetal distress and by me walking around it would make it worse. So I had to stay in bed and embrace every contraction that came my way. Fun, Not! When my doctor came in she suggested that they stick a tube up my uterus to flush out the dirty water with salt water. At that point I said "give me the epidural" I wasn't about to labor the whole time laying down in a bed. That's just a black eye waiting to happen. I got the epidural (I hate needles by the way) with tears in my eyes not because of the contractions but because of that darn needle. Shortly after it kind of kicked in. I didn't feel all the tubes in me nor my feet but I did feel each contraction. For me the epidural didn't take away the pain it just took the edge off. Which was nice so I fell asleep. After about 2 hours I jumped from a dilation of 3 to a 10. I woke up with excruciating pain. It felt like someone had completely turned off the epidural. I yelled to Mark "someone turned off my epidural". He quickly tried to pump more of it in the tubes by pressing the bottom over and over again, but it didn't work. I told him to get the nurse. He quickly ran out side to get the nurse while I was screaming bloody murder on the bed. It seriously caught me off guard. I went from sleeping to unbearable pain (similar to Eve's birth with no drugs). When the nurse came in she chuckled and said "oh your baby is just letting you know she's ready because her heads out, let me get your doctor". Next thing I know there's about 6 nurses in the room all ready to quickly grab her when she comes out and pump any poop she may have had in her lungs. We were told she couldn't come on my tummy and Mark couldn't cut the cord because she was at high risk and they needed to be quick. I suddenly got nervous because there were so many people in the room staring at me (a little awkward mind you). I seriously pushed maybe 3 times and she was out. My heart felt like it grew 10 times larger and it was going to burst with so much love. Finally after all these months I said to myself "it's you. You're my little girl." She cried continually getting louder and louder with each breath. With each cry I started to cry. I felt at peace. I felt love. I felt complete. I felt happy, relieved, and joyful. I felt the Spirit! and Mark and I shared that moment together, along with all the other strangers in the room. It was a SWEET experience! Happy birthday Esther Kaile'a Denninghoff, Oooh we love you!
April Goals:
1. Embrace Motherhood
2. Embrace Womanhood
Well you know, it wasn't anything I expected nor could have prepared for how it all went down. I don't mean to compare but when I think of laboring for Eve, I think of PAIN, SUFFERING, ANGER & LOVE. Her birth story was indeed a spiritual experience but it just didn't feel good. I don't know if that makes sense but it does for me. I guess I just want to say that not all spiritual experiences are pleasurable. Okay with that background knowledge let me move on to Esther's birth. I started feeling contractions at 1:30am on the 3rd of April. They were pretty noticeable so of course I got excited, but I didn't want to wake up Mark or my mom just in case it was a false alarm so I hung out in the bathroom for a while texting my sister. The contractions were about 10-15 minutes apart, but after about an hour it started drifting and became very irregular. So irregular that I just went back to bed. Thinking that I needed to rest up for the big ones. Who am I kidding, didn't get an ounce of sleep. The excitement overcame me and I just wanted them to come faster so I started visualizing my uterus blossoming like a flower. I focused on my breathing so I could be completely relaxed. I even invited my body to allow more pain so I could speed up the process. After a while I thought maybe Mark could help move this process even faster if he could show a little affection, but he was out of it. He just turned over and went back to sleep. I kept visualizing in my mind how determined I was to have a pleasurable birth experience no matter how much pain I was feeling. I thought for sure the baby would come by 6am, but time past and it was now 8am. Mark and I were trying to decide if he should take off work or stay home since they were so far apart. Because we weren't sure what was going to happen he stayed home with me. They were so far apart I kind of forgot that I was in labor. The whole day I was nauseated and had bad diarrhea. Yup that was my labor! When it got to 5pm I encouraged my mother and mark to leave the house and go grocery shopping. Since they were in the house all day just waiting for some action on my part. When they left the contractions started to get more noticeable so I stayed in the tub for about 2 hours. It just relieved the pain. After my bath I tried to eat dinner with my family but as I looked at my plate I just wanted to throw up. I left the table and quickly went into the living room so I can crawl on the floor. It took so much pressure off my bottom, it felt great. I looked like an 80 year old tiger crawling around and rocking back and forth. After dinner I just wanted to take my mind off of the nausea so we popped in a movie. Half way through the movie I told Mark what the heck lets start timing these contractions. Each contraction I had I would gulp some hot herbal tea down and that made it feel better. By the 3rd contraction that hour I felt my little girl reach out her hand and POP, my water broke. I ran to the bathroom to see what it looked like and it wasn't what I expected. It was a mustard color. I remember reading that it was supposed to be clear or a pinkish color, so I started to get worried. We quickly gathered everything into the car and before we left I had Mark give me a blessing. When we got to the hospital it was about 10pm and I notice the color of the water was a light green. I knew it was metaconium (Baby's first poop) When I told them my water had broke and the color of it, they immediately admitted me in. I gave them my birth plan and requested a wireless monitor so could walk around and ease the pain but they told me my birth plan needs to change. Because she pooped in the water bag she was at a high risk of pneumonia, also every time I had a contraction her heart rate would drop. They were afraid that she was under fetal distress and by me walking around it would make it worse. So I had to stay in bed and embrace every contraction that came my way. Fun, Not! When my doctor came in she suggested that they stick a tube up my uterus to flush out the dirty water with salt water. At that point I said "give me the epidural" I wasn't about to labor the whole time laying down in a bed. That's just a black eye waiting to happen. I got the epidural (I hate needles by the way) with tears in my eyes not because of the contractions but because of that darn needle. Shortly after it kind of kicked in. I didn't feel all the tubes in me nor my feet but I did feel each contraction. For me the epidural didn't take away the pain it just took the edge off. Which was nice so I fell asleep. After about 2 hours I jumped from a dilation of 3 to a 10. I woke up with excruciating pain. It felt like someone had completely turned off the epidural. I yelled to Mark "someone turned off my epidural". He quickly tried to pump more of it in the tubes by pressing the bottom over and over again, but it didn't work. I told him to get the nurse. He quickly ran out side to get the nurse while I was screaming bloody murder on the bed. It seriously caught me off guard. I went from sleeping to unbearable pain (similar to Eve's birth with no drugs). When the nurse came in she chuckled and said "oh your baby is just letting you know she's ready because her heads out, let me get your doctor". Next thing I know there's about 6 nurses in the room all ready to quickly grab her when she comes out and pump any poop she may have had in her lungs. We were told she couldn't come on my tummy and Mark couldn't cut the cord because she was at high risk and they needed to be quick. I suddenly got nervous because there were so many people in the room staring at me (a little awkward mind you). I seriously pushed maybe 3 times and she was out. My heart felt like it grew 10 times larger and it was going to burst with so much love. Finally after all these months I said to myself "it's you. You're my little girl." She cried continually getting louder and louder with each breath. With each cry I started to cry. I felt at peace. I felt love. I felt complete. I felt happy, relieved, and joyful. I felt the Spirit! and Mark and I shared that moment together, along with all the other strangers in the room. It was a SWEET experience! Happy birthday Esther Kaile'a Denninghoff, Oooh we love you!
April Goals:
1. Embrace Motherhood
2. Embrace Womanhood
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Introducing......
Esther Kaile'a Denninghoff
April 4th 2009 ~7lbs 6oz~1:22am
First Name: Not only is it a family name but also in the book of Esther located in the Old Testament, we read of a queen who was beautiful, faithful, obedient and destined to do something great. As a result of her courage & faith she ended up saving her people from being killed. Hence the name Esther.
Middle Name: In the Bible & The Book Of Mormon ( Isaiah 48:18 & 1 Nephi 20:18 ) we read that the Lord wants our righteousness to be as continual as the waves of the sea. KAI- means sea in Hawaiian and LE’A means joy in Hawaiian. We want our daughter to find joy in being righteous and keeping the commandments of the Lord. Our hope is that when she thinks of her name she will remember why her parents gave it to her.
The moment I saw her I was overwhelmed with the Spirit of the Lord. The last time I felt the Spirit that strong was when I was baptized in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
We have so much love for this little girl.
My two princesses! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I love them so much! Yesterday Eve broke down into tears because I was showing more attention to Esther. It crushed my heart as she stood there with a face of "mommy do you still love ME?" As any postpartum mom would do with hormones going all over the place I just cried and hugged and kissed her many times reassuring her that I loved her very much. You know, I don't know how Heavenly Father does it. My love for him is growing deeper and deeper each day for him and his son because of the way they love and SHOW it to ALL!
My mother has been my earth angel. She has HELPED me out so much and in so many ways. I love you mom and I'm so proud to call you my MOTHER!
April 4th 2009 ~7lbs 6oz~1:22am
First Name: Not only is it a family name but also in the book of Esther located in the Old Testament, we read of a queen who was beautiful, faithful, obedient and destined to do something great. As a result of her courage & faith she ended up saving her people from being killed. Hence the name Esther.
Middle Name: In the Bible & The Book Of Mormon ( Isaiah 48:18 & 1 Nephi 20:18 ) we read that the Lord wants our righteousness to be as continual as the waves of the sea. KAI- means sea in Hawaiian and LE’A means joy in Hawaiian. We want our daughter to find joy in being righteous and keeping the commandments of the Lord. Our hope is that when she thinks of her name she will remember why her parents gave it to her.
The moment I saw her I was overwhelmed with the Spirit of the Lord. The last time I felt the Spirit that strong was when I was baptized in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
We have so much love for this little girl.
My two princesses! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I love them so much! Yesterday Eve broke down into tears because I was showing more attention to Esther. It crushed my heart as she stood there with a face of "mommy do you still love ME?" As any postpartum mom would do with hormones going all over the place I just cried and hugged and kissed her many times reassuring her that I loved her very much. You know, I don't know how Heavenly Father does it. My love for him is growing deeper and deeper each day for him and his son because of the way they love and SHOW it to ALL!
My mother has been my earth angel. She has HELPED me out so much and in so many ways. I love you mom and I'm so proud to call you my MOTHER!
Esther's Birth Story: Coming soon. Still need to record it when I get the chance.
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