Mis-tuh Air-won and Mis-suz Heh-thuh

For the past 4ish months we've been blessed to have some friends living downstairs. Some people may think it's a little nuts but we see at as a work of God.  Can I just say that we love having Mr. Aaron and Mrs. Heather (or "Mis-tuh Air-won and Mis-suz Heh-thuh" as Owey calls them) living in our home?  God was so clearly involved in leading us to offer our basement to them at just the right time when it would bring Him maximum glory. We love it for lots of reasons.

We love that because they are here, Heather can stay home with her baby.  We love that because they are here, our kids get to watch two other people live out a life of faith in Jesus.  We love that because they are here, we get to give from what we've been given.  We love that because they are here, we get to have friends around to talk with whenever we want.  We love that because they are here, we get the opportunity to add to our adoption fund.  We love that because they are here, we get to be compelled by their love for the Gospel and those who don't know Jesus.  We love them being here for so many more reasons but I would be lying if I didn't say that this is a big one:  Baby JuJu!

Now, how could a person not love an adorable little dude like this living downstairs?  Could he be any cuter?  I think not.

He is pretty much the best baby I've ever seen.  For sure a MUCH more chill baby than any of my three.  I'm a bit jealous, in fact.  Maybe he will rub off a bit on Addie Beth and help her learn to sleep. (Please, Lord!)

 Ok, be honest.  You wish he lived in your basement, don't you?  Well, you can't have him.  Sorry.

This is one of my absolute favorites.  I don't know how he does it, but he manages to sleep through the horrendous noise of our three loud children.  Wish I could say the same for myself!

We love you, Baby JuJu, and we thank God for you and your parents!