You are one week old today.
I cannot believe you are here in my arms.
What a gift to hold you close, my Prince.
To breathe you in deep.
To soak up the joy you pour into us just by being.
Oh, Emmitt, we serve a GOOD and faithful God.
"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace."
-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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It is time, sweet friends, for laughter instead of weeping; for dancing instead of mourning.
Introducing our third prince:
EMMITT ISAAC MILLER
September 30, 2010
11:04 p.m.
6 lbs. 2.6 oz.
19 inches
Healthy, strong, breathing, crying, living.
Words cannot express our gratitude and utter adoration for this precious son we have been given.
God is SO GOOD.
