Thursday, April 18, 2013

3 Little Spirits

There is a story I tell my little ones of how they came to me. You see, I’ve always known, just known, that I would have three children; two girls and a boy, in that order.

I could feel them all around me – 3 little spirits – just waiting. Then it was my turn to wait. Their papa and I were finally ready for them, but they just wouldn't come to me. One day, after we’d been hoping for a baby for a long time, I was browsing through a book on Greek Mythology and I came across a name I’d never heard before.

The name. Her name. I knew in that moment that I had discovered the name of my first daughter. Two weeks later we learned that I was finally pregnant. It was as if she had just been waiting for me to find it.

Last week, my grandmother died after 101 years of glorious life. One night, a few days later, I was tucking in The Boy. In his sweet, 3-year-old voice, he told me she was a spirit now and that she could protect us, just like, “…we did when we were 3 little spirits, protecting you and Papa.”

My 3 Little Spirits (Autumn 2012)


  1. What a sweet and special thought. Your children are darling.

  2. This is so sweet; what a blessing those children are! Visiting you from Thumping Thursdays. You may enjoy my blog on teaching your children to sew as a Summer Sewing Camp:

  3. Aw, that is so sweet, your boy is so smart. And deep :)

    Thanks for linking up this beautiful post at my Smiles hop.

    Have a great week.

  4. Aw, that is very sweet, and the picture is adorable.

    I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother.


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