Today, August 15th, the babies are 3 months old! It was an emotional day but we are only focusing on the mountain tops today! (Medical update coming soon)

Maggie, Max, and Miller are all FINALLY in the same room after 92 long days. August 15th you were the first day that mom got to hold everyone together. Maggie, Max, and Miller slept through the whole two hours. We are grateful for the work Jesus has shown us through the Mighty Three. May God get all the glory from this post. Miracles still happen!

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Philippians 4:13

We have a special poem that JamPa (Abby's dad) wrote for Miller. Enjoy.

Miller, The Mover and Shaker

They say we were all born,

At the same day and time.

But, I’m the biggest and longest,

Those records are, undisputedly, mine.

I’ve already been first at a lot of things,

And all three of us can’t wait to get home.

You might say, we’re already in competition,

So, in other words, game on!

Who’ll be the tallest and the fastest,

Maggie, Max or me?

It won’t be long before I know I can say,

Y’all are tall, but not as tall as me!

They say I’m a mover and shaker,

Getting me settled has been quite a chore.

What they haven’t figured out is that,

I’m working my muscles more and more.

I want to grow up to be big and strong,

And make others, my muscles, wish they had.

And most of all, when I grow up,

I want to be just like my dad.

Max and I arm wrestle at night,

While Maggie cheers us on, oh my.

I’ve won every time, well most,

Well, actually, I think it’s a tie.

They say my hair is blonde and curly,

Personally, I don’t care if it’s blue or red.

Cause, I’m gonna shave it off as soon as I can,

To be bald like JamPa’s head.

Some think brothers and sisters fight too much,

Always needing to make amends.

I’m here to tell you, that ain’t true for us,

We’re already the best of friends.

I know these weeks have been stressful,

For mom and dad and others too

If I could, I’d give ‘em all a great big hug,

And whisper, I love you.

Max told you about the Angels,

So worry less about us three.

You’ve got Maggie Gail, your little Pearl,

You’ve got Max and you’ve got me.

I know you’re anxious about what we will become,

An engineer, an author, a doctor, a baker?

But, we want to be just like our parents,

We’re watching! Signed, your Mover and Shaker.

After reading the poem again and reflecting on the day, I can't help but cry. Cry out of thankfulness, cry out of sorrow, cry out of frustration, but also cry because Jesus loves the Mighty Three far better than I ever could. Jesus thank you for your love.

-Abby and Ryan

3 Months of Life