~the time ..pLeAsE…~

We have these very special people that are a very special part of our family. Eric and I knew them before we ever even got married. They were a part of our wedding, and then later when Laura was born, they were a part of the special time of her birth and then baby dedication. And over the years, God has blessed our lives with each other. They have filled a void that has ached to be filled. They bring love and laughter to our family. And we bring love and laughter to theirs. 

So for years, every few months, we get a special visit from Grandpa Luke and Grandma Beth. They spend a whole day flying over 3000 miles just to come love on our family. They have been here to celebrate birthday’s, New Years, Graduation, even a few new babies. They have watched our children so Eric and I can take off for a weekend getaway. They know how to load up all these little people into our big van and head to a favorite park.  Gabriel’s middle name is after his Grandpa Luke. And all the girls share Grandma Beth’s middle name, Elizabeth. 

We love them. Very much.

Their last visit was about a month ago. So I am a little late posting these pictures. Grandma Beth brought pocket watches for the boys and wrist watches for the girls. So we decided to do a fun “old fashioned” photo shoot. I dug through all our clothes and came up with some fun stuff. The boys really got into dressing up like cowboys. 

Oh, and I almost forgot. Grandma Beth has bought each of girls an American Girl Doll. Yes, even me. The one I dreamed about having as a child. But Maryann did not have one of the big girl dolls, just one of the baby ones. Yet. She has been dreaming about Felicity for months. And so this Christmas, Grandma Beth and Grandpa Luke got her Felicity. But, where it all went wrong was almost disastrous. This was the last year AG was selling Felicity. So Beth ordered her months ago. Or, so she thought. She had all the packages shipped directly to my house and I put them all up on the shelves without even opening them. Them when she got here, she went through the boxes. No Felicity. Double check. Still no Felicity. She had accidently ordered the wrong thing. And that day was the very last day ever that you could order her…if she was still even available. So after a few panicked phone calls to AG, Felicity was on her way to our house the next day. At this point, Maryann knew now that she would soon be holding her beloved Felicity in her arms. 

She arrived minutes before we started our staged photo shoot. And she was lovely as she looked in the magazines. And Maryann was head over heels in love with her.

Here are pictures from our “Time” photo shoot…and the arrival of Felicity.

~cheryl

About dazzlingingrace

Hmm.. I love Jesus. I love my husband, Eric. I love my 8 beautiful children. I loved living in California. I love sunshine and the beach. Shopping at farmers market and the little stores downtown where I can bargin for the best deal. I love to sew and make things. I love spending time with girlfriends encouraging each other. Date nights with Eric are fabulous. I love ballroom dancing with him. The smell of my new little baby and the miracle of their existance. I love italian food- or just about all of Italy for that matter. I love art- paintings on my wall that I know personally who painted them.
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2 Responses to ~the time ..pLeAsE…~

  1. The_Carpers says:

    That little blond boy … if you ever have a reason to pass him on, I will take him!!! I just can’t seem to produce blonde babies … and he is the epitomy of cute. blond. boy!

  2. Christina says:

    I love the photos of the boys feet. (cute)

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