I think it's fair to say that the news in summer of 2013 left us all a little speechless. A fourth child definitely
wasn't planned, but quickly became a special surprise for all of us. As the days and months wore on, I can't tell you how many times Tate begged me to go to the hospital and "get Truett out." Well, finally we did "get him out" and life has been too good ever since.
I don't know who has done more adjusting, us or him, though there's definitely been plenty of adjustments made on both parts. I learned how to survive on less sleep again, the boys learned to watch tv and play video games to the tune of infant wailing, and Daddy has resumed carrying his headphones with him on long, er, all car trips.
But I have to give a little credit to Tru as well for accepting the fact that he is número cuatro in this family, which means nothing he does is a first😞, he wears hand me downs and thrift-store finds, he's already spent a summer with a travel baseball team, and has bruises and scratches that would make most first- time moms hyperventilate.
Today he celebrates his 2nd birthday, his favorite toys, his favorite brother(don't ask which), his blankies, his babies, his baby bed he's learned to escape, and all his other favorites: Coke (don't judge), Alvin and the Chipmunks, cell phones and IPads, swimming, jumping on the trampoline, Daddy, snuggling.
And we celebrate one of our favorite, biggest surprises: Tru K.
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