Four One-Month-Old Babies

This is the third time that I have visited my sister Robin and her husband Jason in Massachusetts since they moved there for Jason to attend seminary.  And each time, for some reason, there has always been a one month old baby with us.

The first time was when Justin's brother was married in Boston, and we got to stay with my sister.

Josiah was one month old.  I was five months pregnant with Molly.  I remember sitting in church while holding Josiah praying that we could keep him.  I remember thinking that this was the first church service that Molly could hear when she was inside of me.  And I remember praying that Josiah would be able to hear the same words spoken to him that were spoken to us during the service, about God's grace and the hope of Heaven.

The second time we visited Robin was when Molly was one month old and Josiah was six months old.  I remember Josiah sat up for the first time by himself when we were in her apartment.  I remember Molly crying and being such a fussy baby and Robin bouncing her.

And I remember on our way home, stopping to meet one month old Lydia for the first time and being thankful for the hope of Heaven.  

And this past visit was the third and last time we will be going to Massachusetts to see them. (Jason is graduating in May and they are moving soon).  I'll will always remember meeting my one month old nephew, Judah, for the first time.

I'll remember missing Josiah and Lydia, thinking they were here the last time we were.  I'll remember sitting in church on Easter morning, seven months pregnant with our baby girl, and being thankful for the hope of Heaven, and praying that all the children I've been blessed to meet will know this hope one day because my Savior lives.