a little bit louder, and a whole lot worse!
Actually, these two little cousins are such good babies that it's taken me weeks to get these pics of good hard cries! Ian, my adorable nephew, is 4 weeks old today. The same age that Isaac was when Jason first went to the hospital. The night he had a life saving operation. As I look at tiny little Ian I remember my anxiety of being separated day and night for several days from Isaac. I also remember God's overwhelming goodness in bringing people into our lives who love us and who continue to bear our burdens. Isaac, my baby boy, is 5 months old already. I'm enjoying every squishy, cuddly, kissable, cooing moment with him. He doesn't remember any of our month long separation. He had his milk (thanks to the people carting it back and forth!) and his sleep. He's happy and healthy. Praise the Lord!