This is a picture of me, taken the day we closed on the cabin, four days before Julia was born.
This was a couple weeks later, Julia in my arms, Kari beside.
This was taken a few days ago, the grandkids at the lake:
The little trio of little sisters:
If anyone would have told me twelve years ago as I sat on that dock across the yard in the sunshine, that there would be NINE children born, TEN if you included that one tucked under my shirt–I would have just put back my head and laughed.
Yes, NINE kids have arrived into this family in the last twelve years.
I do love you guys.
Love, Grandma