Palalo Ay Yaman! Part 1

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Wow!  Do I have a lot of people to thank or what!?  On Saturday, Paul will turn six months.  Six.  Months.  Just like that…a quick snap of a finger.  Here’s a look back at his journey so far.

Paul at 16 weeks

Paul was conceived in the land of Lincoln.  I will spare you the details…I’m sure you’re not the least bit interested in that.  But I will tell you this – it was Springtime when we found out we were pregnant.  Spring – when all the blooms are just coming out, the buds just breaking out.  It’s a beautiful time of the year, always bringing hope for warmth in wintry Chicago  I remember thinking that I will never look at a bud the same way again for in that season, a bud, a very special bud, a new life, was being formed in me.

Real life sets in.  In July we knew we were moving to Knoxville.  I was not barfing a lot, in fact, I only thew up twice my whole pregnancy, but I was very tired.  I mean, V-E-R-Y tired.  Thankfully, I had the best boss in the world who was so understanding when I would take a 2-hour break and nap on the couch in the tech office.  Mind you, I worked hard too.  I didn’t particularly like mornings when I’ve just arrived at the parking lot, ready to face the day, when all of a sudden, I had to bolt to the tech office and sleep all morning until noon.  I did say I worked hard, right?

October was coming too soon…we had boxes to pack, countless doctor’s visits to go to, phone calls to make.  And we had to tie up loose ends at work.  In the midst of this unbelievable frenzy, our friends and colleagues had planned baby showers and farewell parties for us.  Each one was fun…and bittersweet.  We will always remember your generous hearts.  Thank you North Suburban Staff and Worship & Arts Ministry leaders and volunteers!!  We felt loved, cared for, prayed for, and loved, loved, loved.

(to be continued…)