They laid me on a lady I found out later was my mom. The next thing I knew they were cleaning me up, measuring me, "8lbs, 8oz, and 21.4 inches" they said. I thought that was pretty good for a boy. I was then handed to a guy with lots of stuff on his face, my dad. He kept smiling at me. After I was fed I realized this wasn’t so bad.
I guess my mom was happy I came on December 24th. "A gift" they kept calling me. I got to go to my new home on December 25th. I like it there.
I’ve gotten quite used to eating and sleeping my days away. A little noise and they smile at me. Being held is my favorite thing to do these days, especially when my dad comes home.
So far the first three weeks of my life have been pretty good. I don’t know why my mom and dad look so tired.
Thanks for praying for my mom while I was growing. Please keep praying for the three of us, I guess having me has been fun, but they are still learning a lot…
Signing off,
Turin
If you can’t get enough of my face, check out this link for more pictures and a video!
Torre and Narah Meissner Serving Him WITH you 
