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Blessings, 1806 - 1833

1806. The fact that there have been so many blessings poured upon my life in the last 2 months that I could never possibly remember, let alone record them all.
1807. The birth of our precious son, Teal Gregory Lecher!
1808. He was almost two weeks early (and totally healthy), praise God!
1809. God softened my heart the night he was born...I wasn't in a good place - but I couldn't sleep so I stayed up and read and prayed...and God worked miraculously within me.
1810. Praying the baby would come early, then standing up  - and the process starting immediately
My mom being right around the corner, and coming at the drop of a hat
1811. A smooth and peaceful birth and recovery
1812. Our new little man is a great eater, and very content
1813. Our three older children gathered around the new baby - with big smiles and lots of enthusiasm.
1814. Starting out our new year with a fun filled visit with my sister in law and the kids' cousins
1815. Avonlea's gleeful expression while her cousins turned her around in the parashute
1816. Christmas morning with Grammy, Grampy, Grandma and our family
1817. Legos, legos, legos (perhaps they should be an ugly beautiful) :)
1818. Picking out our tree together & Blake helping cut it down.
1819. The boys dragging the tree from one end of the field to the other.
1820. Blake, Cole & Avonlea watching the incredible train set together at the Christmas Tree farm
1821. Teal's soft hair & long fingers and toes
1822. Treasuring every second with my newborn (I've finally realized how fast it all passes...and I'm not going to miss a second of it)!
1823. The sparkle in the boys eyes as they held their Christmas Eve candles at Morrill's Christmas Eve service
1824. Exchanging Christmas cards with momys (mothers of multiple young children) and enjoying counting each families MANY blessings :)
1825. The second half of the serenity prayer
1826.  New Years Eve with a very dear friend
1827. The celebrate recovery class I thought I was attending for someone else - and it turns out I need it (and enjoy it) myself.
1828. A full minivan - every seat is taken
1829. Remembering God's provision in the past and learning/trying to learn how to trust Him with my future
1830. My mom's wonderful landlords
1831. An incredibly social Saturday - lunch with the Stephensons and dinner with the Stapps - all planned by Matt
1832. My kindle fire...think this one may have made the list before - but I absolutely love it!
1833. The 4 precious reasons I don't have time to continue this list this morning :)







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