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Dreaming......

......of this little baby boy. Have caught myself staring at his little profile on my fridge and thinking of his life. Praying that he will have a heart that beats for the Lord. Praying for his health and for joy and for him to do mighty things for the kingdom. Thinking of his eyes and his nose and dreaming of kissing his little cheeks. Dreaming of his sweet laugh and hearing his first coo. And, I have to tell you, I am so excited and can hardly wait to meet him.

Baby boy

Here is a picture of his little foot that I have been dreaming of.


Here is a picture of the two of us at 18 weeks!!

Before date night downtown with my hubs. We went out to eat Friday night. We ended up going downtown and walking to some different food selections and then it hit me that I needed a steak. So, we ended up leaving downtown and going to Outback. Hello?! Outback special which was delicious and 9.99!!! It was off the chain!!!  Crazy pregnancy cravings....

Hope you all are staying cool as it continues to heat on up out there!!

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  1. SallyJuly 2, 2012 at 7:11 AM

    so sweet!!!! You will love those tiny feet and sweet nose and soft cheeks! You will rub your own cheek on his soft head as you burp him on your shoulder! Oh precious angel!!! I love him! And you! And get that steak girl! GET IT!!!!

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