Threes

I have a bunch of cousins, but I'm very close to two of them.

Wendy and I have been very good friends since forever.  My mum and her dad are twins, so it's kind of cool that she and I are only 2.5 months apart.  She is the sister I never had.  We were quite different as kids - I was the girly-girl, she was the tomboy - but somehow, it always worked for us.  Funnily enough, despite wildly different tracks in college, we both turned out to be educators. We also share a love of cooking and baking.

Jessie is nine years our junior, so we weren't really close as kids.  She was generally off doing her own thing with one of our other younger cousins (I won't mention anything here about Jell-O fights in my grandmother's living room).  However, as she grew older and the gaping chasm of nine years shrunk to a small pothole, we all became closer.  Jess, too, is a teacher, and loves to cook and bake.

Jessie's four-year-old son is our godson.  We found out earlier this week that, come October, he's going to be a big brother!

Due to some medical stuff, Wendy's never really even considered pregnancy; the doctors told her years ago that it was unlikely.  She called me today to announce the stunning and wonderful news that she is due in September.  If you heard a lot of screaming and hysterical, happy crying coming from the direction of my house this afternoon, that would be the cause of it. When she discovered very recently that the exhaustion and weight gain was actually due to the fact that she's pregnant, and not due to her medical stuff, she was shocked to say the least. Talk about an easy first trimester - she never even knew!

So: Wendy's in September, Jessie's in October.  I know that so many of you are praying and sending out good thoughts for us, and we appreciate that more than you know. Please hope and pray with us that things DO come in threes.  We are wishing for our call, and that there will be another very happy little generation of cousins who are also friends.