3 closed bedroom doors

After 26 hours of traveling we made it home. I started crying the second the wheels touched down in Louisville. Crying seems to be the theme these last few weeks. When we got off the plane and saw the huge crowd of crazy people with balloons and signs. They were there to meet Sophie and welcome us home. I couldn't have felt more love, all our church family, my parents, Sis right there in the airport waiting for us. I loved it! Sophie loved it, she can't get enough attention. We are insanely jet lagged, I never knew that was a real condition, trust me it is. We are very happy, Sophie, Mia and Lib are all doing fantastic, playing together, occupying each other, it is wonderful. I was walking down the hallway after putting Sophie down and turned around to look back, 3, I counted 3 closed bedroom doors, ahh, my home is full, 3 beautiful daughters, God is good. I had a good grateful cry, right there in the middle of those closed bedroom doors. Something felt so finished, so healed. Having our miscarriage was a loss, burying my second born daughter was heart breaking but God is in control and His plans are so much better than ours. I am thankful for my intimacy with him and the family that I have and that could only have been accomplished through the life I have, grief and all, I am grateful for it all. I really am. I don't mean to devalue Naomi or minimize my miscarriage but it isn't me it's God, it's His healing, it's His strength. Praise Him. I love you all more than you can imagine, you haved loved me and my family so well. Julie