Except, it is really SATURDAY. Or if you want to be technical, it is SUNDAY, since it is past midnight... But I wanted to take a minute anyway to think about baby Noah, two years ago...
I LOVED having such a wee one at Christmas time... LOVED the rush of hormone-induced emotion that overtook me at every gentle Christmas song referring to Jesus as a newborn... Feeling my own newborn boy in MY arms, bawling because for the first time, I UNDERSTOOD a portion of how Mary felt...
And for all the other irrational moments thanks to hormones, these moments were the ones I was deeply grateful to have--- holding my little one close and crying with joy and understanding and gratitude for MY baby.... for Mary's baby--- for our Savior. It was one of the purest Christmases I ever got to have.
And it was a time for intentional slowing down. Intentional peace. Intentional deliberateness. All things I could use a dose of now. I could use some of that steadfast SLOWING DOWN that was requisite two years ago as a result of having a new being around the house.
Some of my favorite shots for tonight's random flashback reflecting:
Loved having him in Jaime's amazing Mei Tai sling with the Turtle insert: LOVED it. So did he. look at me-- I am SUCH a new, raw mom...
(and he LOVED that Arsenal binkie Mary got him in honor of Joe. he never "took" to binkies without us holding them in, but her sure loved them when we did.)
Oh, and this one--- teeny Noah with his grandma... Oh I LOVE this....so does she.
I remember our first foray into a mall setting with our new baby. We had the "travel system" stroller, a pumped bottle, our cute diaper bag... and Aunt Beckie tagging along as we headed to the Illinois side of the river for a specific jewelry store. Noah was good. Mostly.
Ha! Okay, he had a rough patch, but Joe just needed to do this:
and Noah was okay again. LOVE that pic, for Noah's face, and that hathead of his. And that adorable new daddy there, being so gentle, yet so skilled with our son.
Love it. Love the visceral memories that come from my images of the past. Love being a Sentimentalist... love my family. Love Christmas. Love the Savior.
The end, for tonight.
I LOVED having such a wee one at Christmas time... LOVED the rush of hormone-induced emotion that overtook me at every gentle Christmas song referring to Jesus as a newborn... Feeling my own newborn boy in MY arms, bawling because for the first time, I UNDERSTOOD a portion of how Mary felt...
And for all the other irrational moments thanks to hormones, these moments were the ones I was deeply grateful to have--- holding my little one close and crying with joy and understanding and gratitude for MY baby.... for Mary's baby--- for our Savior. It was one of the purest Christmases I ever got to have.
And it was a time for intentional slowing down. Intentional peace. Intentional deliberateness. All things I could use a dose of now. I could use some of that steadfast SLOWING DOWN that was requisite two years ago as a result of having a new being around the house.
Some of my favorite shots for tonight's random flashback reflecting:
Loved having him in Jaime's amazing Mei Tai sling with the Turtle insert: LOVED it. So did he. look at me-- I am SUCH a new, raw mom...
(and he LOVED that Arsenal binkie Mary got him in honor of Joe. he never "took" to binkies without us holding them in, but her sure loved them when we did.)Oh, and this one--- teeny Noah with his grandma... Oh I LOVE this....so does she.
I remember our first foray into a mall setting with our new baby. We had the "travel system" stroller, a pumped bottle, our cute diaper bag... and Aunt Beckie tagging along as we headed to the Illinois side of the river for a specific jewelry store. Noah was good. Mostly.Ha! Okay, he had a rough patch, but Joe just needed to do this:
and Noah was okay again. LOVE that pic, for Noah's face, and that hathead of his. And that adorable new daddy there, being so gentle, yet so skilled with our son.Love it. Love the visceral memories that come from my images of the past. Love being a Sentimentalist... love my family. Love Christmas. Love the Savior.
The end, for tonight.
1 comments:
Love love love love love. You and your family. These photos. Those memories...my best friend with a BABY!!! Wow.
And that photo still makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.
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