When Levi and I first moved out to Virginia, we were at least 2,000 miles from our closest relative. The branch here opened their hearts and stepped into the void leaving our family had created. One certain family in particular. They played cards with us every weekend, and had us over for dinner every Sunday after church. Their whole extended family came to those dinners, and each and every one of them welcomed us and made us feel part of their family. The lady that hosted these family dinners called Andy her little peanut. She and her husband showed up on Andy's first birthday with a cake and a book for him. This Sunday, this lady came up to me and said, "I feel like I need to call Owen 'my little peanut' because he looks exactly like Andy."
That gave me and idea for a blog post. This is (hopefully) the first of a three-part segment (if I find I'm really committed to this next week.) (Just be glad I'm not trying to do it all at once, because it probably wouldn't happen at all.) So without further ado....I give you the "Which Baby Is It?" game.
Which picture is of Andy? Addie? Owen?
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