and baby makes 7

When we decided to buy the old house, Steve and I would live in the front house and Mom and Dad would live in the back apartment that is attached.

Courtney and Justin’s relationship was a whirlwind and within months of meeting, we were already planning a wedding. During times of planning, we talked of the future. Where will you live? Discussions flourished as we discussed them living with us at the old house while they decided where they wanted to plant roots. Some parents would cringe at the thoughts of adult children living with them. Us….not so much. I love having as many under the same roof as wants to be there. I know it’s not permanent and that’s ok. I want my birds to fly and have their own nests.

Fast forward a couple of months and you guessed it! We are going to be Grandparents and Great Grandparents. 4 generations living in the big house. To say excited would be a great big fat understatement. I am already in love with the littlest one. I sweetly refer to the babe as blueberry. Why blueberry? When Courtney and Justin shared of the babe, they said it was the size of a blueberry. It is no longer that size but lovingly, he/she will be my blueberry.

blueberry

I have heard my friends and others say that there is nothing like being a grandparent. I am ready to try it out. Parenting was a great joy and the best gift I ever received so I am assuming grandparenthood is going to blow me out of the water. I have had people say to me that I will make a great grandmother. I won’t prove you wrong.

As I was given permission to blab on the blog today, I do not believe it was coincidental that I listened to a video on becomingme.tv and it was titled “Why hasn’t God answered my prayers to have a baby yet?” Courtney and Justin are so incredibly blessed to have gotten pregnant so quickly. I always teased Courtney that she better get busy cause her eggs were getting tired. As I listened to the video, it became so apparently clear that so many are not as blessed as we are. There are struggles of infertility, miscarriages, the loss of a child and so many more.   Quietly crying as others are pregnant. Accepting baby shower invitations when they know how incredibly difficult it will be. Silently struggling as months and years go by when all they want is a child.

As we celebrate the news of our newest family member, I will pray for those wanting to hear the news that we were so blessed to hear. News of God’s greatest gift. The gift of life.

Steve wants to be called Grandpa. My Dad is Pappa and Mom is Nana. I’m still working on my name. I know I might not have a choice, blueberry might pick one for me and that’s ok.

I will apologize or not if I talk a lot about blueberry and what’s going on at the old house. I’m not sure I will be able to contain myself. COME ON!!!! I have a nursery to design.

Love,

the girl who is over the moon excited for baby blueberry to arrive. Only 191 plus or minus a few days to go.

 

 

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2 Responses to and baby makes 7

  1. Bobbie says:

    Charma , one of the best times in your life will be with your Blueberry . Congratulations
    You all will be one of the best grandParents I know , and your parents greatest of the greats , I have heard a lot ” why didn’t God give us the grandchildren first ” ! I don’t know why you can’t love them no more than what love you have ! Mine will be graduating from Bradenton Christion School in May ! Working toward Liberty Bible University , lynchburg, Va ! Enjoy your Blueberry , she will be special !

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  2. Heidi Spencer says:

    Can’t believe our little Courtney is all grown up and about to be a momma! Spence and I are so happy for you all. Congrats!!!

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