I've been meaning to write this post for weeks now, but that pesky morning (aka 24/7) sickness has gotten the best of me lately. Now that I'm finally writing, I hardly know where to begin. Honestly, I never really dreamed much about how I might feel when this day came. I never wanted to plan it all out, but simply be content when it came. In the past 3 1/2 years I have often thought about how I might love being a mama in my early 20's and then other times I wondered if we've had enough time to pursue our dreams and goals. I don't have any answers but I am certain of one thing: God's timing is perfect and this life is a gift. I'm very happy with a baby at 25. It feels perfect for us. We are so excited (and maybe a little freaked out) about bringing a little life into the world. We count it as an honor to be entrusted with this child. I have cherished these years of just the two of us. We have had so many fun adventures that I will remember fondly forever. Still, we are so thrilled about opening a new chapter and starting a family.