We found out at the end of August we would be adding another boy to the Prescott clan.
A brood of boys is what I like to say.
I laugh at myself because I was convinced it was a girl. But there I was in the ultrasound room and another boy was wiggling on that screen.
I shouldn’t have been surprised because so far this baby has broken any plan or notion I can conceive. It’s funny how we can convince ourselves that our ideas are best, but Heavenly Father knows I have a lot to learn in this arena and slowly I can feel myself loosening my notion of control as He teaches me what our family needs and who is supposed to come and when.
We are all very excited for this blessed boy to join us and I trust that Heavenly Father knows exactly what He is doing. Each baby is a blessing and I will never lose sight of that.
Now, for a little picture update of this brood.
Max’s school picture came in while Kyle and I were away in South Carolina. Look how big he has gotten!
While in Charleston we visited this Southern live oak tree that has been name the Angel Oak. It’s far reaching branches were beautiful and it cast a beautiful light, couldn’t help but think of James.
Danny is ever the explorer. He lives in a constant state of wonder and astonishment at everything he sees. His delight or disdain is made apparent VERY quickly.
Boy #4 is growing perfectly. He wiggles and squirms a ton which I love because it quells any anxiety or fear. We start weekly non-stress tests soon which helps with the anxiety that builds in this last trimester.
I am so thankful for my healthy, vibrant boys that stretch me in so many capacities and ground me in what is most important in this season of my life. I am thankful for James, my angel, who daily reminds me to look heavenward, to keep an eternal perspective and to always strive to employ empathy and understanding.
A brood of boys.
My brood of boys.