This is a day late. Because I'm having to type this on my phone, and yesterday was a rough day here with 3/5 of us being sick.  Anywho, onto this handsome fella  Oliver Flynn, you are 9 months and one day old today.  You are a rolling machine, and we find you under chairs all of the time.  You sit up like a champ, and you're trying to crawl.  You say "buh," shake your head "no," and still charm us with your squeals and chuckles and spit-throwing raspberries.  You have an infectious grin that has us all grinning with you.  You nuzzle and give "kisses," the wet, open-mouth slobbery-kind. You have zero teeth still, but there are some definite bumps happening in your bottom gums.  You tried a few Cheerios the other day, and you didn't hate them. No solids so far (other than the few spoonfuls of applesauce I let you try about a month ago). Your pincer grasp isn't quite there yet. I'll let you try a few mor...

They were wearing hand-me-downs, and they both looked terribly adorable, and their smiles were squeezing my heart JUST so, and. Oh. My. Goodness. So, I sat them on the bench and took some pictures with my phone before jumping in the car to head to church.  I took four of each before my phone told me I had no more space.  I was bummed I didn't have room for a shot of them together.  I deleted one of each that was blurry with movement, and these are the moments captured.  Ooof my heart.  I love our porch.  I love that bench.  I LOVE these little people.  The LORD is good to me, and so I thank the LORD.  Over and over again.  "Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward." Psalm 127:3 This one I cling to and hope for as my children grow.   "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth." 3 John 1:4  I will do my best to continue ...