As I type this, I'm staring at a cheeky, chubby pinkish-white, brown-haired, beautiful twelve-week old baby boy (who's sleeping soundly at this moment), and I almost can't believe he's mine.  I count his ten fingers and ten toes and say to myself, "God, I can't believe how perfect he is.  Thank You!"

After losing Brooke Gabrielle two years ago, Michael and I are so grateful at how healthy our Blake Elisha is.  Our darling baby girl, Brooke, had several congenital anomalies that made her incompatible with life.  God blessed us with three wonderful days with her, but of course, it broke our hearts knowing that we would never see her first smile, hear her first words, or walk her down the aisle on her wedding day.  Now that we get a chance to raise our boy, Blake, we treasure every day that grows bigger and bigger, every pedia visit that confirms that he's ok, and every moment that shows us that he's developing perfectly.  Without God's grace in our lives, we would not even have the faith to believe that we could ever have healthy children after what we went through.  But because God is faithful and true to His word, we can now enjoy the blessing of this new season.

I remember crying myself to sleep missing my baby girl in those first few months of losing her, but even in that cold and dark season of winter, God reassured me that spring would come, and indeed, spring DID come.  Spring IS here.

Thank you, God, for Your faithfulness in every season.

Meet Blake Elisha D. Manahan, proof of God's love and faithfulness in our lives.