Showered With Love...

Some of the ladies from our church hosted a shower for us this weekend. We felt very blessed and loved!

Kelly, Susan, Jamie, me, and Jo...two of the other hostesses are missing from this picture.

Mom and me

Leah, who is married to Matt's cousin Raylon, is just a few weeks behind us with their third daughter. We had to get a belly shot together!

Sister Mary Ann, who is near and dear to our hearts, made this special bib for Lyla. No drool allowed on this one :)

We are so thankful for all the wonderful people at our church. They are all so supportive and excited to meet Lyla. She is so loved and doesn't even know it :)

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Day 5: The Realities...

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