Three in Tennessee testing

Tonight, Tatum woke up crying. It's incredibly unusual for her to cry out after bedtime so I ran upstairs to get her. She was sitting up in her crib looking a little confused. I probably could have just had her lay back down with paci and her blankie, but I needed to hold her. More for me than her, I'm sure. We came downstairs and sat quietly on the couch. We snuggled and played the paci-kissing game. I love that game. Daddy taught that to her. In between giving me paci, she would yawn...like a really big yawn. Then I'd yawn. Proving the whole "yawning is contagious" theory I yawned on purpose causing her to yawn again. We do this with Felicity, too...it works on canines as well as humans. This game went on for a while tonight. It was wonderful.

We sat there cuddling and I just looked into those dark, dark eyes of hers. I love those eyes. They are the darkest eyes I've ever seen, but also the brightest eyes that capture every part my being. I can literally see my reflection in her eyes. We sat and cuddled, sang and prayed. Although, I have no idea why she woke up startled, I'm so glad to have this memory.

On our way to work today, we talked about Rebecca. Well, I talked and Tatum echoed my sentiments. :) With some yabbi's here and some da's there. Also some Tatum-ese sentences thrown around for emphasis. It's so mind-blowing what Rebecca did. She gave us her daughter. GAVE her to us so we could have a daughter. She entrusted us to care for this precious, hilarious, brilliant gift. We are blessed. So, so blessed.