Every now and then we are given a gift. A precious gift. A friend.
One particular friend that I was given didn't seem so special at first. After all, she was my boss. Amy was the wait staff manager of the small pub I worked at where we lived before we lived here. Okay, so there were only three of us to manage--but she was technically our boss. Somehow, amongst the Guinness and Irish folk music, a friendship emerged. And to this day--9 years later--she remains one of my dearest and bestest friends.
Her daughter--our adorable god daughter, Amanda--was and is Jacob's first love. He ignored his presents on his first birthday just to flirt with the cute blond.
Even now--as long as Jacob isn't screaming or making other loud noises--they enjoy being together. Last week they caught fish This Big!
Right here, captured on film--or memory card--the dynamic that summarizes the two days these two spent together. Jacob being wild, splashing and loud. Amanda hoping and praying that the new baby is a girl!
Oh, did I not tell you that Amy is pregnant? After two years of hoping and trying. Two years of disappointment and pain. There will be a new baby in their house late February. We are thrilled, to say the least.