From their rosebud lips, to Noah's "hound dog" eyes, to their pink little bodies, to their double chins, smooth bald heads, grunts and kicks and rounded bellies they are beautiful and miraculous and "planned." "As I have planned, so it shall be." Spending just over an hour with this little/big family gave me such a needed vision of God's ability, kindness and power over us. It's actually unbelievable that three humans grew inside one human, and now they are here: screeching, looking, breathing, wriggling, eating, learning and functioning. They have been joys to friends near and far, they have been blessings in their neediness, happinesses in their dependance. They aren't exactly productive or "useful," but they are people and are loved so much. They reminded me to love people in my life: the inconvient people, the "surprise!" people, the difficult people, the family-people (who are easily taken for granted), the unhelpful people, the sweet and innocent people. They reminded me to look at some wrinkly toes and see God. And to praise Him. In reality all people can and should do that to me, but there was something about touching and seeing three infants that hit that lesson home.
On that chubby, roll-y, soft belly note, let's call this post a day :D