Little Miracles

Alas, it has again been far too long since my last post. This one should be short and sweet.

Roughly three and a half years ago, I was sitting by the pool at my grandparents' house. I was surrounded by most of my family on my dad's side. It was the Fourth of July. It changed all of our lives.

Sometime in the afternoon, Uncle Terry received a call from his son Adam. Some of us were able to hear him over the phone. It was time! They were going now, and it was going to happen!

We all scrambled about, running around the deck, hurrying inside to change, and loading everyone up in the cars. Our caravan of cars paraded to the hospital in Peoria.

I don't remember how many times the nurse scolded our normally loud family, for the even louder excitement we couldn't suppress. She was here!


Laynah May Rude. Just under three pounds. About two months premature.

She was the tiniest, most precious, and biggest blessing from God. She was our little miracle baby.

Laynah is now an energetic three and a half year old. She slides down the railing at church, chases balloons around the gym with other three year olds, and is showing signs of having her mama's dramatic side. =) This week Lorie posted that her quote of the week was "Welcome to Hollywood!" I sense a star in the making.

Now, if you get a chance to talk to Laynah, she will undoubtedly tell you that she is quite excited about something: her new sibling who is on his or her way. She even has a name picked out already: Sweetie. So, if you see this little wonder girl, ask her about her Sweetie. It looks like it's time for the miracle baby to be able to be a big sister. =)