taken at breakfast-- his first breakfast as a ONE YEAR OLD
Our little man, pleasant and ready to smile and quick to laugh, has made these past months rather idyllic, I must say. He's slept like a dream from day one, nursed and grown like a champ, gone with the flow continually, endured the doting and hauling around and antics of six older siblings, and in so doing captured our hearts entirely.
Oliver may be the seventh baby to grace our lives and family, but it's truer than ever that the miracle of life never gets old: he has been cherished as effortlessly and thoroughly as if he was the first. Indeed, he has perhaps been celebrated all the more because he has an audience of not one or two or three but eight cheering him on in each new endeavor and milestone!
We marked his first birthday with a simple dinner and a few small gifts here at home. Nana and Papa and Uncle Merrick joined us around the dining room table. We lit candles and sang happy birthday and he, of course, didn't have a clue as to what it was all about, but one day he'll look back at pictures and I hope they help him know a little of how deeply loved he is.
I am so thankful for Oliver. Thankful for the fresh grace and the promise of obedience rewarded that he has represented to me. Thankful for the image bearer of God that he is. Thankful for the destiny wrapped up inside him, and for the privilege of stewarding him for this season.
He took in the singing and joined us at the end with delighted clapping!
It is hard to find the words to share what encouragement these posts are! Such beautiful lives!
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