Logan's Sisters: Mr. Giraffe

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Mr. Giraffe

Mr. Giraffe can’t wait until Logan and Olivia are home.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...: Jodi and Ryan I just want you to know how much this blog has meant to me. Every day I look forward to reading about your two very precious babies. My prayers are always going up to the Lord. Logan and Olivia are always on my mind and my heart as are you two. I know what is it like to have two babies to love and take care of. It is a very special thing having twins. I know Jodi always wanted to be a twin and had Tamar and Tiffany confinced she was one.You are and will be wonderful parents. I will continue to hold you and your babies up to the Lord. Love Kim Teschke; September 26, 2007 at 8:30 PM
Anonymous said...: Jodi and Ryan, Giraffes have a way of making our family smile also. When our oldest daughter was little bitty, her favorite animal at the zoo was the giraffe. When she started to talk she called them "walk talls" not giraffes, I pray for each of you daily and will now pray that Olivia and Logan can one day "walk tall" with you at the zoo to see the many miracles of God, your beautiful children included in that. Please know Olivia, Logan, and you both are loved.
Joy (friend of a friend circle:); September 26, 2007 at 10:17 PM
Anonymous said...: It is just like heaven, isn't it? You have prepared a wonderful life for you children, their own little "mansion." You just can't wait until they're done with their struggles and come home. God has done the same for each of His children who believe in His Son.
Aunt Laura; September 27, 2007 at 10:07 AM
Anonymous said...: We prayed extra hard for Logan yesterday and we know God can touch his little body. Keep trusting and believing God for the strength you need and the continued progress of Olivia and Logan.

Love,
Chris and Jean; September 27, 2007 at 10:41 AM

Never Before

NEVER BEFORE
by Jodi Glunt

Never before have I known such love
As that which I feel in my heart.
My beautiful daughter, although physically petite
Fills up an enormous part.

Never before have I seen such strength
From a person who weighed but a pound.
And yet she’s a fighter through and through
With very little that gets her down.

Never before have I heard such laughter
With an energy and zest for life.
She consistently shows me the wonder and joy
While overlooking the pain and strife.

Never before have I felt such mercy
From a God who has allowed me to raise
This miraculous, amazing daughter of mine
On earth, throughout all of my days.

A micropreemie shattering every prediction
About the life she had in store.
Teaching us all about the miracles within us
That we never quite realized before.

Playing In Heaven Instead by Jodi Glunt

You were the perfect little boy
Of whom we always dreamed.
Did you know we had your name picked out?
All along or so it seemed.

You even had your daddy’s hands
So miniature in size.
In life we never got to hold you
Or even see your opened eyes.

We had so many plans for you.
Did you know you are a twin?
I wanted you to grow up together.
What a pair you would have been!

I wanted to take you to the park
And push you on the swing.
I wanted to teach you how to walk,
And read and write and sing.

I wanted to show you a fire truck
And let you ride upon a horse.
I wanted to take you to the zoo
To see the giraffes, of course.

I wanted you to watch cartoons
And play video games with dad.
And you and I would take a nap
Oh, the times we would have had.

But, your mommy’s plans were not to be.
“I have other plans,” God said.
“You won't be playing in life’s playground
You’ll be playing in heaven instead.”

And although I ache with sadness
And in my arms I long to hold.
I’ll see you again in heaven
When my story on earth’s been told.

A Poem

A thousand tiny fireflies
Parading through the night
Illuminate the starless skies
With incandescent light
They are miracles, here on earth
So bold, so strong, so wise
And bring to life a sense of worth
For those who lack great size.

Some of this life’s smaller treasures
Are the ones which matter more
Than the larger joys and pleasures
That we have grown to adore
Volume is not as essential
As the gift that lies inside
Smaller souls with much potential
Who shall never be denied.

A thousand tiny fireflies
Parading through the night
Illuminate the starless skies
With incandescent light
These children, while born premature
Are testaments of worth
Their spirits bold, their futures sure
To ever bless the earth.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s
Poetry Collection

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Mr. Giraffe

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