To our sweet babies,
Today I turned 25. I am quite confident that you are sitting in frozen storage right now as I write this and it breaks my heart. I wish that you were there with Daddy and me today as we celebrated my birthday (and Valentine's Day) over a delicious dinner. Beside our table was a young couple with a baby in a carrier...during the entire meal, we listened to her parents talk baby talk to her and how we wished that you were at our table too. Your daddy wrote me a very sweet letter last night that told me how grateful to God he was that he was able to pursue me and how grateful he is now that we are pursuing you together. We pray for you each day and know that some (or all) of you will never be at our dinner table, but we are fervently praying that God will allow for at least one of you to stick around earth with us so that we can raise you up in a saving knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. A lot can happen in a year...on my 24th birthday, we didn't even know we would actually be pursuing you (although we had thought about it before) and here we are exactly a year later with our first appointment already scheduled at the NEDC! We're praying that on my 26th birthday, you'll be at our dinner table to celebrate or in my womb growing and thriving rather than being frozen.
We love you (and we don't even know who you are yet)!
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