Piper and Riley Turn Three

My twin girls, who were this tiny what seemed like just yesterday, celebrated their third birthday.

Piper and Riley awoke to find their bedroom filled with balloons.

Still in their pajamas, Judd and I took them to a local donut shop for breakfast. This is a rare treat. I think they've only been to the donut shop one or two other times. We save it for a tradition to do on birthdays. We learned a few things at the donut shop. Pink milk is pretty to look at, but does not taste good. Chocolate icing can get in your nose and ear. It is donut h-o-l-e, not donut w-h-o-l-e...please do not shove the whole donut hole in your tiny little mouth. And finally, cake donuts with icing and sprinkles are what the girls will order, but plain old glazed donuts or donut holes are what they will actually eat.


The girls opened their presents, dressed as princesses, of course.

Later, we went bowling and ate dinner at Fudruckers because that's their favorite cheeseburger dive. Then, we came home to enjoy homemade strawberry cupcakes with pink icing.

Piper loves shoes, especially if they are sparkly, high heeled, or far too big for her to safely wear without tripping. Piper likes structure and order and dislikes change. She has an iron will and I'm pretty sure her heels are made of steel as she is very good at digging them in when she disagrees...which is often. Piper also loves to cuddle and have books read to her. She is a beautiful person.

Riley loves everything pink. She fully embraces life. She sings at the top of her lungs, loves to twirl and dance, could play outside 24 hours a day, and has such a tender, sweet heart toward others. She is a performer and comedian. She keeps us laughing every day with her silliness. Riley is a beautiful person.

Happy third birthday, Piper and Riley! We love you so very much!

Priceless Treasure Found in My Attic

Shredded and twisted Christmas paper had been hauled off in bags to the curb. Extended family members returned to their homes after gathering for food, gifts, and games. The decorations were taken down and Judd returned the stuffed tubs and totes to their spaces up in our attic. While rummaging around he spied a box, untouched since it was placed there eight years earlier when we moved in.

Curious, Judd carefully slit open the yellowed-with-age packing tape and peered inside. A smile upon his face he quickly grabbed the box and called to me as he descended down the dusty attic ladder.

From within the box he first removed our black college graduation gowns and honor cords (Judd's honor cords -- I didn't earn mine because one math teacher decided that in order to earn an 'A' in her class one needed a 94%. I earned a 93%, and that one grade, in that one course, kept me from graduating with honors -- but I digress -- and I'm not bitter -- anymore).

Next from the box Judd pulled out his gray ski bibs. "That's where those things have been!" he declared as if he'd just seen an old friend. And finally, and most importantly, Judd gingerly revealed priceless treasure -- three baby dresses with sales tags dangling, a decade old and never worn. We stared at each other and could not contain our joyful laughter.

Sophie, Piper, and Riley were intrigued to say the least. They did not know the sacredness of the dresses. They did not understand why Mommy and Daddy were smiling and giggling.
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Flashback to 1997…after two years of marriage Judd and I were told we had fertility issues and would require medical intervention just to have a chance at having our own biological children. We believed God wanted us to have a family. We found several bible verses about having babies and absorbed those scriptures deeply into our hearts and minds. We put action to our belief and purchased some baby clothes.

As the years passed, and we still had no baby, we clung to God's promises and trusted in His faithful love toward us. I whittled the baby clothes down to three items, the three little dresses we loved the most. We hung those dresses in our master bedroom where we could easily see them. We thanked God for giving us a baby who would wear those dresses.

More years ticked by. Judd and I built a home. We moved in just days before Christmas 2003. We volunteered to host Christmas for my entire extended family five days after we moved in. What were we thinking? We were in a hurry to unpack. The precious dresses were in the bottom of a box labeled, "miscellaneous" which was thrown in our attic and forgotten.
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With God's wisdom and grace and the help of fertility doctors, we had our first baby girl in 2007 and twin daughters in 2009. Sophie, our now four year old, and Piper and Riley, our almost three year old twins, wanted to hold the dresses. It was only then that Judd and I realized how precisely God answered our prayers. When we had prayed for God to give us a child to wear those dresses, we were only thinking of one baby. When you are starting at zero babies, you tend to focus on only getting the miracle of one baby. God filled all three dresses by giving us three daughters.

Hearing the sweet story, the girls asked to wear their dresses. Although the garments were intended for infants, I decided it couldn't hurt anything to let them try to put them on and wear them as shirts. And they fit -- as shirts -- beautifully. Nothing about the creation of our family has been normal, so why should the timing and manner in which the girls wear these outfits be any different?

I'm not sure how to describe the supernatural joy that filled our home. It was a tangible realization of God's goodness. It was a beautiful gift He revealed to each of us, together, as a family. We had hidden treasure, stored up in our attic for eight years, waiting for just the right moment to be discovered. The treasure is the dresses. The treasure is our girls. The treasure is our family. The treasure is our joy. The treasure is our loving and faithful Father God. Christmas may be over for now, but God's goodness endures.