1. What are the chances that Ellie will be this careful with our new baby? Or will she, in a fit of jealousy, treat him like Sam treats most of the dolls–by dragging it around by its hair?

2. I have not had experience around someone terminally ill, so please forgive my obvious naiveté. That said, I can’t help but make a parallel between the last few days of a life and the last few days of a pregnancy. Yes, of course, the end result is opposite, but there’s something uniquely the same between them too. It’s the waiting. Even with the aid (interference?) of modern medicine, no one can really predict when a life will end or when it will begin. And that moment…the one planned for and prayed over, and dreaded and anticipated: undeniably God is in control.
3. Before the twins were born, I felt this need to spend time with Catie, somehow commemorate our lives as a family of three. I’ve heard other moms talk about this same feeling right before their family expands…”Our last Christmas with just the four of us” or “One last summer with just these three kids.” Lately, I’ve wondered. Does the Duggar family feel that same way? Or, after, say, six kids, is it different?
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