Happy 4th to the babe in the family

Happy 4th to the sweet babe in the family. I got to thinking about how 4 years ago today we were tearing through Colorado trying to get to Littleton because you were being born early. All the while the nurse from the hospital and your birthmom Kristen were calling to ask us if we had a name picked out. A name? We weren't even expecting another baby until just a few weeks before our journey. We thought God had shut all the doors and Morgan was going to be an only child. We had pulled our book from the adoption agency and were in the process of buying a new house. A name? Shoot, we didn't even have a place to live yet. We were living with friends and traveling to Colorado to meet your birthparents to see if it was even a match. Little did we know you had plans all your own and would come early. A name? We didn't have a car seat, any clothes, diapers. We hadn't even told our families because nothing had been decided. A name? We didn't even have a place to stay and after finding out Colorado required you to take up residency for up to two weeks until the judge signed the paper work our friends parents who we had never met took us in so graciously. We didn't have a name but we had a three year old in tow, nerves that were anything but calm and a family who had no idea they were getting another baby.
You came in on your own terms as a surprise and have been full of them ever since. We loved you from the minute we walked into the hospital room and held all 5lbs of you. Morgan grabbed you first and claimed you as her own. Really it only seemed appropriate to let her hold you first since she was the one who said God told her he would bring her a sister soon. The only one with a faith strong enough to believe that God would finish our family and heal the hole in our hearts from the previous loss only a few weeks back. So yes Morgan got the honors and we had to demand to hold you. You dance to your own beat, you do things your own way and cannot be convinced to change. You have your own style and a laugh that is so silly it sounds like a tickle me Elmo doll. If people hear you and don't laugh or smile they are sick. You are 4 & more beautiful everyday. Although there are days when I am certain we won't survive each other the days that my cup overlfows because of you are greater. When you tell me I am the bestest mama ever my heart melts. When you tell me you dont want to obey and that I am not the boss of you, I can't help but think that will surly come in handy some day when peer pressure kicks in. When you ask me to lay with you cause your just not sleepin' good and then after ten minutes tell me to leave cause I'm a bed hog I can't halp but laugh. You are the one who challenges me to be patient and kind when its not in me. You ALWAYS have sloppy, sticky, dirty kisses and hugs. We call you pig pen, and dirt magnet cause you dont care what you look like as long as there is fun involved. I hope that doesnt change anytime soon. I love you Ryanne and Happy 4th Birthday my sweet blonde, crazy girl. Love Mama (aka bed hog)