What a month with our girl. It started pretty rough; she had a two-week stretch of really bad gas pains where she couldn't handle life for more than a couple of minutes at a time without being held. I was afraid we were in it for the long haul together, she and I, but it must've been either a GI bug or her digestive system needing a bit more time to mature. After that two weeks, her body seemed to figure itself out. She was a delight before--gas pains and all--but now she's a delight who doesn't have to endure a body that's giving her grief. (Praise God.)
Maranatha is a social little creature who loves to interact. She is generous with her smiles and has the sweetest, softest way of cooing. After looking back at old photos of Tadhg and Peregrine at two months, I realized that Marnie is just a peanut. Although she's pleasantly plump, she's definitely a petite wisp of a thing compared to her brothers. Maybe she'll take after Grandma Johnson and Grandma Purdy and her Aunt Titi and just barely squeak past five feet when she's all grown. Right now, I'm delighting in a baby who will stay tiny even longer.
Maranatha, you are so loved. In a way that is deeper than words, you are already a precious reminder of the God Who makes darkness flee. The God Who is light.
(Marnie was so cute I could hardly stand it today. So there are a lot of nearly-identical pictures getting stored away here so I can make she's-so-cute-I-can-hardly-stand-it sounds every time I come back here to look at them.)
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