Mr. and Mrs. Peter Rae

Saturday Morning

We wake up early. So does Jack. Except Saturdays. We'd love just a tiny bit more sleep than usual. Does Jack know when Saturdays are? No. So, we pull him into bed with us and hope that he'll fall asleep again. He didn't. Instead, we get videos of our happy boy, bright and early. At least he's fun to wake up to.

This is what our bed looked like after the spit up flood:

In your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them...

Dear Friends and Family,

We wanted to write and let you know that in our 13th week of pregnancy, the Lord took our sweet baby home to be with Him. God is so good to us and has sustained us through this hardship. He particularly watched over Rachel as she experienced hemorrhaging and needed a couple of blood transfusions. We are so grateful.

We covet your prayers for us. We are sad at the loss of our covenant baby, but are rejoicing that he is now in the courts of heaven worshipping our God. And we are thankful and confident that on one joyous day we will be able to meet our first child.

With love,

Peter and Rachel

For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother's womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,

When as yet there was not one of them.

~ Psalm 139: 13-16

We're havin' a baby! The Lord knows how much we all love August birthdays, so He is sending another one our way. "Due" (not officially yet) just two days after the most important birthdays of the year - Margery's and MINE. ;-) We would love all the prayers we can get for our sweet and cute, even in his tadpole stage, baby. We love him already.

My First B-day in Montana

Cody, Wyoming

I love my life

Sometimes it just hits you, you know.

I love Fall. I love chilly walks while holding hot chocolate laced with peppermint schnapps. I love those walks and that hot chocolate even more because I can do it while holding my husband's hand. He keeps them warm.

I love my new family. I love the generosity of my in-laws. I love how their marriage was such an example to my husband and how I get the rewards of their faithfulness. I love getting hugs from my sisters-in-law and nieces and nephews. I love wine with my brothers and sisters-in-law. I even love weight-lifting with them.

I love my family. I love thinking about spending Christmas with my family. I love imagining us all watching Scrooge together. I love thinking about a cup of tea with my Mommy. I love thinking about holding Seth for the first time. I love anticipating the traditional Christmas-morning-stairs photo shoot - the first with my husband. I love emails with Alissa and Scrabble with Mer. I love birthday shopping, almost every week.

I love, love my husband. I love the red roses sitting beside me, a testament of his love while he is gone at work all day. I love that he tells me I'm beautiful, even though I haven't brushed my teeth yet, there is not a speck of makeup remaining, and my hair looks decidedly un-beautiful. I love how he is always excited to see me when he comes home from work. I love how he always has his arm around me. I love how he knows me. I love the way he smells. I love his facial hair at the end of the day. I love how he is an example of selfless love - I love how he loves me when I'm unlovable. I love him.