I am the oldest of three children. My sister, Katie, will be 17 in May, and my brother, Luke, will be 16 in May also. I love my little siblings! We always used to refer to them as "the babies", but as you can see, they are no longer babies! And we reached a milestone yesterday...Luke went to his first high school prom!

He looked so HANDSOME! Luke rarely wears anything other than gym shorts and t-shirts, so a tuxedo was a HUGE change! I think he cleans up pretty well, considering he walked in the door from a baseball game 45 minutes before we went to take pictures! Luke has a wonderful girlfriend, Mallory. I love her! She is so sweet.

And don't they make a cute couple?!
Luke and I are very close. We have always had a close relationship, but a few years ago we were able to grow closer. Some of you know what happened to Luke a few years ago, but it is a God story worthy of telling again.
Luke is an avid baseball player. He eats, sleeps, breathes, and above all, plays BASEBALL! And he's really good (I'm not just saying that because I'm a proud big sister, he really is talented)! But, almost 2 years ago Luke was hit in the head with a baseball. He was crossing the infield (behind the pitcher) at practice. The pitcher, who didn't know Luke was there, threw a ball and it was hit...into the side of Luke's head. Down went Luke, and that won him a trip to the emergency room. He showed none of the classic signs of a severe head injury, and never did. The night of the injury all the doctors could see was a skull fracture and a small amount of blood around his brain. Nothing to be alarmed about, but he would spend the night in the pediatric ICU for precautions, and he would have another CT in the morning. The night came and went and we all waited for the next CT scheduled at 8 AM. Come 5AM they came to take Luke, who is still showing no signs of a head injury, to CT. After Luke got back to his room, the doctor came and got my mom (she stayed with him overnight). The doctor was going to give it to her straight: Luke was bleeding in his brain. He had to go to surgery NOW or he would die within the hour. In shock, Mom called everyone. I was in Tuscaloosa about to take a final. Graciously my professors understood where I needed to be. I FLEW home. Glad no cops were out that morning! The best feeling came when I got the call that Luke was out of surgery and TALKING! He had many hurdles to overcome and things were so uncertain. But as the hours passed and we saw improvement, it was great encouragement. So 6 skull plates, 40 staples, and 2 years later, Luke is a perfectly functioning teenager. He is back playing baseball just as well as he always did. The only way you would know something happened is the little bit of scar you can see when Luke cuts his sideburns too short. What a miracle! If God had not urged the doctor to move up Luke's CT and to work so precisely, The Pearce Family would be very different now. Praise God from whom all blessing flow! Luke is such a special young man who strives to walk so closely with the Lord and knows he was spared for a greater purpose. I cannot wait to see what it is!!!