Someone today prayed in a group for the “Patterson baby.” I paused, and thought for half a second, um … who? … oh, yeah, the Patterson baby is our baby! You ever have those moments?
Kari continues to not look pregnant, but to definitely feel pregnant.
Morning sickness = all-the-time-and-in-many-ways sickness.
We’re now at 11 weeks and our little baby is the size of a large lime. I like everything about limes (limeade was the only drink offered at our wedding), and well, I love our little one even more. Praying for health and joy and exercise as he or she now has developed organs and is enjoying life.
You can be praying for us in the middle of an somewhat un-rhythmic season of both of us finishing up assignments from our June seminary courses (all due by the weekend), Kari’s perseverance through the first trimester, my heading into three weeks of mornings taking Greek, working on creative design projects, working half-time at our church, teaching a new course, being a fun dad and faithful husband, and just plain watching this summer fly by. It’s almost August! (And it rained on me this morning as I rode into town.)
No complains here. It has been a crazy good summer. Thank you Jesus for life, joy and peace. Oh yeah, and for family. They (you) all rock!